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Post by spasticjazzhands on Sept 30, 2019 18:05:24 GMT -8
THE NEW MEDICINE CAT...APPRENTICE ( 039 ) Rainsong had never felt this amount of grief before, grief that completely consumes her body and soul. She now knew how much pain Birchwhisker had endured, and the white warrior still remained steadfast. She longed to tell Patchedmask that their kits had become warriors but now was hesitant to even think about visiting. With the cloud of death hanging over their forest, she didn’t want to bring any bad luck to their camp. And she had no idea how she could ever break the news that Dovestrike had also been claimed by the forest. It was like the dogs all over again. But she mustn’t lose hope.
Painfully, Sunchaser was remaining distant. He stayed away from her, looking like he wanted to say something but couldn’t make up his mind. Rainsong hoped he was also just grieving but she couldn’t help but think that he was keeping something from her. A soft thud jolted her to the present. It was a mouse. Rainsong raised her eyes to meet the gentle gaze of Silverstem. “You need to eat.” The queen pushed the mouse closer to the calico.
“I’m not hungry.” Rainsong’s voice was hoarse. She hadn’t spoken much today.
“I know you’re not, but you need to get something in your system.” Silverstem laid beside her and took a bite. “See? It’s nice and fresh.”
The scent of fresh mouse sent a rumble through her stomach. Rainsong didn’t remember the last time she ate a proper meal. “Thanks.” She took a generous bite and let the juices wash over her tongue.
“You won’t feel the same for a while.” Silverstem said gently. “Well, you won’t ever feel the same. But it gets better. It starts off slow, really slow, but day by day it becomes less painful.”
Rainsong remembered when she was just a small apprentice that Silverstem lost both of her kits: one stillborn and one to the dogs. She was too focused on how unaffected Birchwhisker was with her losses that she forgot that Silverstem went through very similar events. She finally had another litter but Wolfclaw didn’t even get to meet them. “Do you still think about them?” Rainsong whispered.
“Every second. But I had to decide to live for them.” Silverstem licked Rainsong’s cheek. “I’ll join them in StarClan eventually. Bluekit, Pebblepaw, and Wolfclaw doesn’t want me to waste the time I have left in TwistedClan. I have a feeling Dovestrike wants you to make the most of your life as well.”
Rainsong nodded slowly. Patchedmask would as well. “I’ll try for her.”
“That’s all you can do.”
Frostkit ducked out of the cabin before Frigidkit noticed. He was still trapped listening to one of Marsh’s stories while Neritefang tried unsuccessfully to add any of her details. A pang of anxiety pulsed through his body. He wasn’t sure why he was so nervous, Galalight was seemed pleasant enough, but his fur was still prickling along his neck. He tiptoed to the medicine bush unsure why he was holding his breath and paused outside the entrance trying to gain courage to go inside. He had a paw up to push past a branch when he heard low voices from inside. He crouched with his ears pricked, catching most of the conversation. “Did Dovestrike pass on the Craze to anyone else?” Frostkit was sure that was Sunchaser whispering.
“No other cat has come to me complaining of any symptoms.” Galalight replied. “I think we are safe for now at least until another contracts it from an outside source.”
“Have you talked to Ruststripe lately?”
“He’s making sure Twistedstar takes it easy. Though I’m sure he would think the same.” Galalight paused. “Sunchaser, I’m not sure if we can make it. We don’t have any way to combat this!”
“We can’t think like that.” Sunchaser said. “Has StarClan sent you any omens?”
“They know less than us. It’s making them restless.” Galalight sighed. “I’m glad Marsh is here. The little bits of information he has seems like that is all we are going to get for now.”
Frostkit heard Sunchaser approaching the exit where he was crouching. He leapt to his feet and scurried back the path. The deputy gave him a searching look; Frostkit tried his best to not look guilty. “Did you need something, Frostkit?” Sunchaser softly asked.
Good, he doesn’t seem to think I overheard anything, he thought. But what on earth were they discussing in there?
“I needed to talk to Galalight.” Frostkit responded.
A flash of worry lit up Sunchaser’s eyes. “Are you feeling ill?”
“No, no!” Frostkit said quickly. He must be worried I caught whatever Dovestrike had, he thought. “I’m about to become an apprentice, but I want to see if Galalight would take me as her apprentice.”
“Oh,” Sunchaser was obviously relieved. “Galalight!” He called. “I think you’ve gained a helper.”
Galalight stepped out into the sunshine. “Frostkit!” She exclaimed. “You want to be a medicine cat?”
“If you’ll let me.”
“Wonderful!” She smiled. “Let’s go tell Twistedstar together. She’ll be thrilled to receive such good news.”
“You’re going to be a medicine cat!” Mountainpaw flicked his tail in annoyance. “But we were all going to be trained together.”
“You could have at least told me first.” Frigidkit pouted. “Instead of right before our ceremony.”
“I wanted to make sure Galalight accepted me before I spouted everything off. It would have been worse if I told you and she said no.” Frostkit didn’t mention that he was a little worried they might make fun of him for not wanting to be a warrior. He just found herbs and interpreting dreams much more interesting. He also didn’t tell his friends about the hushed conversation Sunchaser and Galalight he overheard. “And I’ll still train with you guys. Galalight said I need to know all the basics as well as herbs.”
“Ha!” Frigidkit’s mood brightened. “I’ll get my warrior name moons before you!”
Mountainpaw laughed. “Maybe he’ll just stay Frostpaw forever.”
Frostkit rolled his eyes. “Very funny.” He was about to retort with a more explicit remark, but Twistedstar had grabbed the attention of the gathered cats, so Frostkit remained quiet.
“Frigidkit, Frostkit, are you ready?” Twistedstar beckoned the kits to join her at the base of the Ceremony Tree. With her injured back leg, she was forced to stay on the forest floor but still commanded attention with the same easy grace. “Frigidkit, it is time for you to be apprenticed. From this day on, you will be known as Frigidpaw, and your mentor will be Mallardwing.” The tabby molly joined them in the front and the new duo touched noses. “Frostkit, it is time for you to be apprenticed. From this day on, you will be known as Frostpaw, and your mentor will be Galalight.” The medicine cat happily touched noses with her new apprentice. “May she teach you everything Spottednose once taught her.” Twistedstar ended the ceremony.
“Hey, were Twistedstar and the old medicine cat close?” Frostpaw asked Galalight quietly. He had died before he and Frigidpaw were taken in by TwistedClan.
“Old friends.” Galalight avoided his eyes. It was obvious she was not comfortable talking about her old mentor, so Frostpaw made a note not to ask about him again.
“Ruststripe? Can I ask you something?” Ruststripe looked up from his squirrel to see his son. Tigerpaw and his siblings were due to take their warrior assessments any day now. Ruststripe assumed the upcoming assessment was the cause of his concern.
“Of course, ask away.”
“Is Twistedstar going to be okay?”
Ruststripe was caught off guard. “What do you mean?”
“She hasn’t been the same since…” He trailed off not being able to think of one specific incident. Perhaps she had always been under such stress but was now only starting to crack.
“I understand.” Ruststripe closed his eyes. Twistedstar wasn’t the same calico he had fallen in love with so many moons ago. That cat wouldn’t keep pushing his constant support away. “She’s doing her best right now.”
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Post by spasticjazzhands on Sept 30, 2019 18:14:00 GMT -8
THE BEGINNING OF THE END ( 040 ) LAST MOON Shadow crouched as low to the ground as her heavy belly would allow. This forest first provided her shade but now a group of cats were approaching her little hollow. Shadow was used to fending for herself on her own but with kits on the way, she would prefer to just stay out of sight. Of course, they’re choosing to rest outside of my nest, she thought angrily as the trio of cats sat down. And they don’t look very happy, it could turn nasty if they catch my scent.
The only molly spoke first. “I personally feel better talking about what’s bothering me.” She said quietly. “Graybelly did really help me adjust from my kittypet life. We both talked about what it felt like to leave our old homes.”
“I-I don’t know what I feel.” The tan tom said. “We weren’t anything serious, and I don’t know how I’m going to take care of kits on my own.”
“We’re all going to help you,” The molly licked his cheek. “And I’m sure Maplebreeze wouldn’t mind nursing your kits along with her litter next moon.” The tan cat stayed silent. Shadow recognized the look of anxiety on his face. There’s another pregnant molly with them, she thought adding that information to her memory. “How are you and Mountainpaw holding up?” The molly turned to the stoic black tom.
“I’m not here to talk about my feelings.” He shot back. “This is a patrol, not a therapy session. And if you were paying attention, you would have realized another cat is here.” He looked directly at Shadow’s hiding spot. Her fur bristled and claws slid out. She’d been spotted.
“You could have said something earlier, Crowtalon.” The molly sounded tired. “I was only trying to help.”
The black tom, Crowtalon, ignored her. “You can come out now. We won’t bite.” Shadow had no choice and stepped into their line of sight. His eyebrows raised when he saw her pregnant belly. “Perhaps Maplebreeze will have some help feeding your kits, Minnowflash.”
The tan tom stopped sulking enough to look at the loner. “I guess so.”
The molly approached Shadow. “I’m Quietstep. We can offer you a place to…OUCH!” She reeled back with blood dripping from her muzzle.
“Don’t you dare touch me.” Shadow hissed, claws still unsheathed.
Minnowflash’s eyes flashed. A flicker of life seemed to reappear in him for a second. “Darling, we won’t harm you unless you give us a reason to. Do you want a safe place to have your litter or not?”
Shadow had no choice but to accept. Even without a belly full of kits, taking on three athletic cats would be a challenge. Quietstep dashed ahead to alert the clan and to stanch her bleeding nose. That left Shadow alone with the two toms. “Is Maplebreeze the other queen you live with?” Shadow eventually broke the silence.
“Yes. She’s due in one moon.” Crowtalon said. “She will hopefully help nurse Minnowflash’s new kits.”
“What happened to the mother?” Shadow asked. She thought it was a fair question since she wanted to make sure it was unrelated to these strange cats.
Crowtalon cast a long look at Minnowflash, but the tom kept his gaze fixed straight ahead. “Graybelly unfortunately passed shortly after giving birth along with one of her kits.” Crowtalon explained. “Minnowflash also cannot produce milk on his own, thus Maplebreeze comes into play. Now, if you’ll duck your head here, we have arrived at TwistedClan.”
Shadow wasn’t expecting seeing such a large number of cats in one place. There were small groups dappled throughout the clearing, some sharing prey, some grooming each other. Others were sunning on wood panels connected to an abandoned cabin. Quietstep, the scratched molly, was sitting near where she had just entered. Sitting on either side of her was a calico with injured back legs and a pregnant darker calico.
“That’s Maplebreeze.” Minnowflash muttered. He slipped by the greeting committee and stalked off into the dark corner of the cabin.
“The other is Morningstar.” Crowtalon whispered out of the corner of his mouth. “She is our leader and who will ultimately decide your fate.”
“You’re the one who cut Quietstep?” Morningstar asked Shadow directly.
Am I going to get in trouble? Shadow thought. “Yes.” She didn’t think lying to a cat with authority would be a great idea.
“Would you like a place to have your kits? Galalight has herbs and experience to assist you.” Morningstar offered.
“I can’t promise I’ll stay.” Shadow said.
“Then you will keep your name until you decide to stay for good. We will not have another Valleyrunner.” Morningstar made a point to look at Crowtalon who would not meet her eyes. Shadow assumed that was where the extra part of their names came from: the members who proved themselves.
Minnowflash looked at his three remaining kits snuggled up against a snoozing Silverstem. They were all that were left from his fling with Graybelly. He didn’t plan on being the sole guardian to kits, he just wanted to have some fun with little commitment. He was creeping out from the nursery when Silverstem stirred. “Minnowflash?” She said groggily. “Is that you?”
He considered slinking out, it wasn’t like the old queen would follow him anyway, but he just stayed frozen in the entrance. “I didn’t want to wake you.” He decided on a white lie.
“Don’t worry about me.” Silverstem smiled. “My nest feels empty without my five kits bothering me. Have you decided on their names yet?”
He shuffled his feet. “I haven’t thought about names.” He said lamely. “You could if you want…”
“Don’t be ridiculous.” Silverstem berated him. “It is your decision.”
“Um, the gray one could be Ashkit.” Minnowflash said awkwardly. “The black one, Hollykit. The last one, Featherkit.”
“That wasn’t so hard.” Silverstem chuckled softly.
Not for you, Minnowflash bitterly thought. Now my bundles of commitment seem more permanent than ever.
“It is my privilege to oversee my own kits finally blossoming into the warriors I knew they would be.” Twistedstar’s eyes were brighter than they had been in a long time. Her tail twitched with happiness. Ruststripe joined Sunchaser up front sitting closely to his mate. “Tigerpaw, you come up here first. Tigerpaw, do you promise to uphold TwistedClan’s traditions and to protect the Clan with your life?” Twistedstar called.
“I do.” Tigerpaw said.
“Then, I give you your warrior name, Tigerstrike. Remember that force unfortunately might be the only solution at times.” Twistedstar rested her muzzle on Tigerstrike’s head. “Now, Riverpaw, do you promise to uphold TwistedClan’s traditions and to protect the Clan with your life?”
“I do.” Riverpaw said.
“Then, I give you your warrior name, Riverstone. Remember that thinking your actions through is very important.” Twistedstar fixed her daughter with a steely gaze. Riverstone chuckled and let Cinderpaw step in her place. “Cinderpaw, do you promise to uphold TwistedClan’s traditions and to protect the Clan with your life?”
“I do.” She said.
“Then, I give you your warrior name, Cinderdust. Don’t sneak off to the creek with your sister when I ask you to go on a patrol.” Cinderdust dipped her head, and Twistedstar gave her a good-natured lick.
“Tigerstrike! Riverstone! Cinderdust!” TwistedClan cheers filled the air.
PRESENT “Come on, this way!” Shrewpaw called. Her other four littermates were close behind her. A pungent smell hit their noses. “Gross!”
“What is that?” Rabbitpaw scrunched his face up. “That smells awful.”
“A deer! Is it dead?” Squirrelpaw spotted the source of the stench. There were flies swarming the corpse. Coming closer, some maggots could be seen wiggling in the exposed intestines.
“Ew, what happened to it?” Mousepaw gagged. “And what do we do with it?”
“Do we take some of the meat back?” Rabbitpaw suggested.
“Are you serious?” Deerpaw asked. “You want to eat that?”
“No, like the parts without any bugs.” Rabbitpaw argued. “There’s never deer around here. Think about how impressed our mentors will be when we brought down a deer!”
“We didn’t kill it.” Shrewpaw shoved her brother.
“Nobody needs to know that!” Rabbitpaw said. “We’ll scavenge the meat that’s not too rancid and just say that’s all we could carry back to camp. Who’s going to help me?”
A beat of silence. “I’ll get that back leg.” Mousepaw grabbed hold of the hoof and pulled until the leg broke off of the body.
“I guess it’s just extra food for the clan.” Squirrelpaw shrugged.
“But not a word about where we found the deer.” Shrewpaw hissed.
“Not a word.”
Deerpaw didn’t carry a hunk of deer back, but she also didn’t say anything either.
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Post by spasticjazzhands on Sept 30, 2019 18:17:11 GMT -8
THE ORPHANS ( 041 ) LAST MOON “Eat these up.” Galalight pushed a couple soft, dark leaves in front of Maplebreeze. Shadow scrutinized the medicine cat’s actions. Galalight doubted anyone could force the new loner to try any of the herbs in their store, so Maplebreeze would be the one experimented on. Well, experiment is a strong word. Perhaps trying an educated guess would sound better. Maplebreeze chewed the leaves without question regardless of what Galalight would label it.
“Zesty.” Maplebreeze concluded. “What was that?”
Shadow hissed through gritted teeth. “You don’t even know what you ate? Do you not question any single thing you do?”
“I happen to trust Galalight!” Maplebreeze huffed haughtily. “You’d do the same if you were smart.”
Trying to prevent the incoming catfight, Galalight stepped in between the two mollies. “Good question, Maplebreeze. I believe Frostpaw can answer.” She turned to her new apprentice standing timidly in the corner. He looked at her alarmed at the sudden question thrown his way. “Go on, you know this.” She urged gently.
“Uh, borage leaves.” Frostpaw stammered.
“And what do they do?”
“Bring down fevers.”
“And?” Galalight prompted. She saw the worried look cross Maplebreeze’s face at the mention of fever. Which she did not have.
“And…and…and helps produce milk!” Frostpaw waved his tail as he stumbled on the correct answer.
“Very good, Frostpaw.” Galalight was still new at the whole mentor thing, but she felt more praise would be beneficial to the shy tom. She knew Spottednose’s method of mostly demanding answers without much rewarding would not sit well with him. “I’m hoping borage will help your milk come a bit early so Minnowflash’s kits have a source of food.”
Silverstem stretched from the other side of the nursery. “They’re starting to get restless.” She said as the kits squirmed looking for food.
“Minnowflash should be back from his patrol soon.” Galalight reassured them. “And I’m confident that this is the best way to help them.”
Crowtalon pushed his way through the tall grass on the outskirts of the forest. The flush green-leaf brush made it difficult to get to the edges of TwistedClan’s borders. It didn’t help that he felt like a babysitter for the newest warriors along with the weirdly toeing the line of flirting, Minnowflash and Quietstep. Tigerstrike trotted ahead of his two sisters and kept pace with the black warrior. “What’s up with you?” Crowtalon gave the orange warrior a side-eye.
“I’m…nervous.” Tigerstrike did seem anxious. He kept looking over his shoulder and flicking his tail back and forth. His eye twitched.
A small patch of hair stood up on Crowtalon’s neck. Something about the tom’s behavior really unnerved him. “What’s wrong?” He asked again more urgently. “Is something wrong?”
“Don’t you feel a sense of dread?” Tigerstrike’s voice rose to a higher pitch. “Like death is approaching?” Crowtalon shook his head and put on a burst of speed. Not really a mature way to deal with the situation, but he couldn’t stand to walk beside Tigerstrike anymore. He didn’t want to hear anything else he had to say.
“Yuck!” Cinderdust exclaimed. She leapt forward, causing Crowtalon to turn and face her. “Anyone else smell something musky?” Tigerstrike let out a sharp shriek. Crowtalon followed his widened eyes across the way where two thinned dogs had noticed the commotion. Which one of us is next? Crowtalon thought bitterly. He unsheathed his claws. I have to get back to Mountainpaw, dogs or not.
Quietstep froze along with the rest of her patrol. “Maybe these dogs are nice. Back when I was a kittypet, there was a dog near our nest that was friendly!” She said hopefully but was met with skeptic glares. “No, really, they don’t seem very threatening. Look how skinny they are!” She took a step forward. She was right; their bones were easily jutting out of their shorthaired coat, making them seem sharper. Quietstep took another step eliciting a growl from the larger dog of the two. “Don’t worry, we don’t have to hurt you!” Her cheery voice was starting to become forced as the dogs snarled.
“Quietstep, stop!” Minnowflash called quickly. His voice was unnaturally high. Tigerstrike let out another yell.
“Everyone, quiet!” Crowtalon ordered, now dropping to a low crouch. “Now, Quietstep. Listen to me. Just back up slowly back to our group. Then, we’ll scatter and climb a tree until they’ve lost interest.” He held up his tail. “On my count. One. Two. Three. Scatter!”
Quietstep didn’t move. “We won’t hurt you.” She stammered. “We won’t.” Minnowflash spun and watched in horror as the two strays stalked towards her. “Quietstep move!” He dashed back to the molly and grabbed her by the scruff. He was almost successful of dragging her to safety. Almost.
At least the dogs left enough of the two warriors to still hold a proper vigil. It was a somber night.
PRESENT Frostpaw sorted the herbs he and Galalight had just collected. “No, yarrow doesn’t go with the borage leaves.” Galalight corrected his mistake over his shoulder. “What has gotten into you lately? You’ve been in your own little world all day!” She scolded him.
“There’s just a lot of things on my mind.” Frostpaw told the truth. He had been thinking about Sunchaser’s and Galalight’s discussion he had overheard a few moons ago. With yet another dog attack, it was in the front of his mind. “Galalight, can I ask you something?”
“Of course.” Galalight sat down. “You can always ask me anything.”
“Is StarClan punishing us?” He asked. “You and Sunchaser were talking about sickness before. Did we do something wrong?”
Galalight paused with a shocked look on her face. “Um, what all did you hear?” Frostpaw summarized the brunt of the conversation he heard. “Well, there’s just been a new illness in the forest.” She explained. “A fatal illness.” She wouldn’t meet his eyes. Was she telling the whole truth? “But we haven’t seen signs of it for a little while, so I wouldn’t worry too much.”
“Is that how Minnowflash and Quietstep actually died?” Frostpaw asked.
“No, they definitely died from the dogs.” Galalight sighed. “But Briarwhisper, Cloudpaw, Wolfclaw, and others got sick.”
“What causes it? What even is it?”
“Marsh knows it as the Craze. I’m not precisely sure of the cause, but you’ve been in this forest. Something’s different now.” Galalight said.
Frostpaw shivered. “Something dark.”
Flameleap had convinced Nightpelt to join him leaping in the tree branches. Ever since Nightpelt ripped his tail in half, he was unsteady above ground. Flameleap stayed by his side keeping him upright. Soon they made it up a spindly tree and stopped for a rest. “You think TwistedClan is going to make it?” Flameleap asked. Nightpelt always had an odd way of thinking; he might have a different idea.
“I’m not sure. It’s like a fight against nature itself.” Nightpelt let his front paws dangle off the branch. “Can anyone compete with that?”
Flameleap shrugged. “I don’t think so. We might just have to enjoy the fleeting time we have now.”
Nightpelt grunted. “We just have to survive.”
“And I want to do it with you.” Flameleap scooted closer to him. “I really love it when we have this time together.”
Nightpelt kept his eyes focused on the floor. “I do too. You’ve been my friend since day one.”
Flameleap’s heart ached. “Aren’t we something a little bit more?” He whispered hopefully.
“What’s the point of that, though?” Nightpelt shifted away from the orange tom. “Anything could happen anytime. It’s easier to not have ties with anyone.”
“So if I’m only a friend and die, you wouldn’t grieve? You would only care if we were mates?” Flameleap spat.
“T-that’s not what I meant.” Nightpelt stammered.
“I’ve tried so hard with you, but you always push me away. You could have just said you didn’t want anything to do with me instead of stringing me along.” Flameleap stood, shaking the branch. Nightpelt sunk his claws into the wood in panic. “I’ll make it easy for you and just leave then.” Flameleap took two long jumps down to the floor, leaving Nightpelt alone in the tree, still trying to explain what he meant. But it was too late.
“Hey, are you okay?” Thundercry had tracked Stormheart to the Burial Site. His brother was much quieter than usual ever since Quietstep died. “You can’t keep moping.”
“I think I loved her.” Stormheart croaked. “I didn’t ever tell her that.”
“I think she knew.” Thundercry wasn’t the best at providing comfort. He licked Stormheart’s head awkwardly. “She cared for you as well. You always made her laugh the loudest.”
“Why couldn’t have been me?” Stormheart’s voice cracked. “She was just experiencing all the joys of free life.”
“I don’t know. Should I go get Willowbranch? She might have something more profound to say.” Thundercry wished someone else was here to help cheer them up.
Stormheart faintly laughed. “No, you’re doing just fine. Can you sit with me? We can pray together.”
Ashkit, Featherkit, and Hollykit tried their best not to tread outside of the nursery for too long. It wasn’t because they were still very young, which they were, but because the trio didn’t like the looks of pity they received from others. Silverstem had taken the task of explaining what happened to their parents (spoiler alert, they’re dead) and now the clan speaks in hushed tones whenever the kits are in view. “It’s like they already are planning on us keeling over any second too.” Featherkit would grumble. “We didn’t even know Graybelly and Minnowflash rarely visited us when he was alive.” He was the pessimistic one though his brother and sister agreed with this sentiment. The three of them were currently kicked out into the center of camp while both Shadow and Maplebreeze were delivering their own litters. Needless to say, Galalight and Frostpaw were stressed. A pained yowl of Maplebreeze sent Honeytail outside to fetch some fresh water, then he was promptly sent back outside to pace.
“Any kits yet?” Ruststripe asked him.
“No, but I was too much of a distraction.” Honeytail paused. He was breathing heavily. He looked around slightly dazed and spotted the three kits.
“Let’s go,” Hollykit nudged his littermates away from the approaching tom. Don’t get him wrong, the tom was very kind to them, but underlying his sweetness was a deep sense of pity. Hollykit did not want to deal with that, especially when his actual kits were on the way. The kits scampered off and ended up towards the back of the cabin where Neritefang and Marsh were cooling off in the shade.
“Where y’all scurrying off to?” Marsh drawled. The three kits all shrugged. “Getting into trouble?” They shook their heads.
Neritefang scrutinized them with a knowing look. “I think they’re just finding a quiet place, hm?” The kits nodded. “Well, then. I think we can entertain them with some stories. What do you think, Marsh?”
It was close to dinnertime and the two medicine cats were still with the laboring queens. The sun was slowly sinking into the sky, and the first stars were becoming visible. Rabbitpaw dragged a piece of the deer they had found towards Rainsong and Sunchaser. He wanted his mentor and the deputy to be the first to eat their big find. “That’s a big hunk of meat.” Sunchaser remarked. Rabbitpaw and his siblings puffed out their chests. Deerpaw was the only one that remained uncertain of their deed. “Perhaps we should save this for leaf-bare? We never know when the prey will stay hidden and we need a feast. Go bury it in a cool place.” Rabbitpaw and Mousepaw scurried off to follow his order. Squirrelpaw and Shrewpaw grabbed the remaining pieces of deer and quickly followed them.
“Deerpaw, why don’t you grab something else to eat?” Rainsong gently suggested. The young molly was still rooted to her spot. “I know there’s a fresh mouse in the fresh-kill pile somewhere. Deerpaw wordlessly nodded and left to sniff out a good morsel. She didn’t understand why, but something just didn’t feel right. Oh, well.
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Post by spasticjazzhands on Sept 30, 2019 18:24:16 GMT -8
THE LONE "WOLF" ( 042 ) LAST MOON The nursery was practically overflowing with the arrival of both queens’ kits. Maplebreeze and Honeytail welcomed four healthy kits into the clan: Pinekit, Oakkit, Goldkit, and Sweetkit. Shadow had five kits, alive and well: Aspen, Fog, Mist, Vixen, and Beetle. Ashkit, Featherkit, and Hollykit were finally allowed back into the nursery, though they weren’t too impressed by the new mewling arrivals. Clan life finally seemed to be bustling again, spirits were high, and worries were pushed to the back of minds.
Cats were put in an even better mood after Snowstorm’s patrol returned with another cat in tow. He was a fluffy gray and white tom with a dignified air about him. He introduced himself as Dexter but was open to the idea of converting to a warrior name. Everything was going rather swimmingly until the nursery caught a whiff of his scent and sent Shadow into a frenzy. “Get him out!” She yowled waking up all of the newborn kits. “Get him out of my sight!”
“Don’t worry about her,” Dexter said smoothly. “We didn’t depart on the best of terms, but she is not harmed. Plus, shouldn’t I be allowed to stay with my kits as well?”
“You gave up your kits as soon as you left me in the river!” Shadow screeched. While she hissed and made a scene, Neritefang helped shelter the kits with a timid Maplebreeze. She was used to spats in GraveClan, but that didn’t mean the young ones should be exposed to it.
“Easy.” Twistedstar put herself in between the arguing cats. She still managed to look intimidating even with her hind end swaying under her weight. “Sunchaser, talk with him. Shadow, I’ll have a word with you.”
“I stumbled upon Dexter not too long ago.” Shadow explained in a low voice. “We didn’t get along terribly well at first, or I guess ever. We always had spats over prey or bedding or anything really. But he did have his charms, of course. When we weren’t arguing, he was great to talk to; I don’t think I’ve told anyone else as many secrets as I told him. He knew what to say, how to say it, and made me feel heard. I heard whispers and mutterings among alley cats about his rough character, but he was fond of me. I didn’t pay them any attention.
Then, I became pregnant. They were his, they are his kits, but he seemed distant. He grew colder. We fought more often about the tiniest things. He started paying other mollies visits, leaving me alone in our little alcove. He was uninterested in me, and I felt used. I told him that. I finally snapped told him, ‘you used me, and I’ve had enough of your charms and tricks, I’m done!’
He didn’t like that. It was storming outside, just getting dark. ‘Leave then,’ he was goading me. Lightning flashed and now there was this strange glint in his eyes. He looked excited almost. ‘Leave and see how far you get!’
I turned tail and ran. I felt like I was running for my life but of course that seems silly now. How could he hurt me when I was carrying kits, his kits? I ran towards a clump of trees since I needed out of the rain and knew that area led to a wilder territory. There was a small stream close by and I thought I could hang around there until I figured out a long-term plan.
But Dexter had followed me. I wasn’t very fast in all of the rain and mud, and I guess he wanted to see what I would do, where I’d end up. The rain must have caused a small-scale mudslide right down into the stream. I planned on curling up underneath a thick root and hiding away from the storm. I made the mistake of looking back. Another lightning strike illuminated him and the malicious glint in his eyes. I skittered backwards right over the edge and into the stream.
I woke up drenched, still half-way in the stream and high-tailed it out of the area. I hoped I would never see him again.” Shadow finished her tale. “I can’t believe he’s back.”
“I’m worried about Shadow. That’s why I’m here in the first place.” Dexter said quietly. “She acts tough and headstrong, but in reality, she is aloof and naïve. I had to make sure she found a safe place to live after getting spooked by a little rainstorm. I was worried sick that our kits would be washed down the river by her poor decision making. I am very glad that you gave her a proper shelter, but we can’t leech off of your goodwill for terribly long. I will do whatever I can to help your group out until the kits grow stronger, then we’ll be out of your hair.”
Twistedstar and Sunchaser compared the two differing stories. The parts that Dexter so obviously glossed over were worrying, but he had been nothing be respectful. In the end, Twistedstar made the final decision. “While if Shadow allows it, you can visit your kits, I’m afraid she is too distressed having you stay in camp.” Dexter bristled at the denial. “You have three moons to hang around on our territory, but I’m afraid you must hunt for yourself and find another place to live after the time is up.”
“Understood.” Dexter forced a smile, but it turned to be more of a sneer. “I’ll be back to see the kits when they are a bit older.”
Shadow wasn’t thrilled with the upcoming visit but understood the circumstances. “Thank you for keeping him away.” She wrapped her body around her kits. “I feel…safe.”
“Will you be staying permanently?” Twistedstar asked gently. “You all have a space here in TwistedClan.”
“I’m…still not sure.” Shadow looked down.
“Take your time.” Twistedstar turned to leave the queens to take care of their kits. “But sooner is better than later.”
PRESENT The remaining cats of DewClan all splintered off in different sized groups to find new places to live. Patchedmask had slipped away from all of them, knowing where he wanted to be. TwistedClan housed Rainsong, but while they both had mostly moved on from their relationship, his kits were there! He missed them growing up, but he finally got a chance to spend time with them. He paused before crossing the TwistedClan boundary. Was he sure they would accept him? His kits didn’t know that he actually was their father; Rainsong had decided not to explicitly tell them. Sunchaser had been unsure of him, rightfully so, and he wasn’t sure what the tom’s reaction would be once he stepped into the camp. Lastly, his heart skipped when he thought about seeing Rainsong once more. While he had moved on from the younger molly, excitement still coursed through him thinking about having the chance to talk to her once more. It’s now or never. He purposefully took a step over the marker. No turning back now.
“Can we talk?” Nightpelt prodded Flameleap which elicited a sharp hiss. The orange tom sat up angrily as the squirrel he was stalking dashed away at then noise. He glowered at Nightpelt silently. “I didn’t mean for you to get upset.” Nightpelt started. “I just don’t like becoming terribly close with others.”
“You made that very clear.” Flameleap said stiffly. “I’ve stayed out of your way, so you won’t be sad when I die. I would appreciate it if you would do the same.”
“Well, it turns out that I don’t like it when you ignore me.” Nightpelt narrowed his eyes. “So don’t.”
“I’m glad I finally have permission to talk to my friend.” Flameleap rolled his eyes. “I’m so honored to be allowed in your presence.”
“See? Now we can go back to normal.” Nightpelt pleaded.
“Learn some sarcasm.” Flameleap huffed and walked away. “And if you scare any more prey away, I’ll catch your pelt for dinner.”
Rainsong successfully herded the excited apprentices into one group. “We’ll all head out to the training clearing together and then split up to take the warrior assessments.” She explained. “If you see your mentor before me, flag them down. We’ll begin once Sunchaser is finished talking to Twistedstar.” She craned her neck. She could see a tip of an orange and white tail poking out of the leader’s hollowed tree stump, but it continued to stay in place. If only he would tell me a fraction of what they talk about, she thought. I could be another ear to worry to. Darkmist and Snowstorm joined the group.
“Shall I fetch Sunchaser?” Darkmist had followed her gaze.
“I will.” Rainsong frowned. “You could find Birchwhisker and Ruststripe.” She didn’t give the black molly any time to argue. She gentled prodded at his tail. “Are you ready?” She called, making sure she wasn’t eavesdropping. The tip of the tail quickly turned into a full cat.
“Are you ready?” Sunchaser smirked. “It’s going to be a long day.” He intertwined his tail with hers and started towards the growing group.
“Wait.” Rainsong stopped. “I’ve been thinking…do you want to have kits? Kits of our own?”
“I would love that.” Sunchaser lowered his voice. “But don’t feel like we have to. I think of Patchnose and Petalfall as my own blood.”
“I know, and I love you for that.” Rainsong rubbed her chin against him. “But I’m the one who suggested it. I’m serious.”
Darkmist watched Mountainpaw practice his stalking technique through narrowed eyes. He was finally starting to grow into his paws and gaining defining muscles. “Lower!” She corrected and he sunk closer to the ground. He looked to her for confirmation. “Better.” She muttered. She watched Sunchaser duck underneath the bushes surrounding the training clearing. There were five final assessments today, and the deputy must be growing fatigued. Her lips curled into a sneer. She had graciously offered her assistance of being another pair of eyes to assess the apprentices and gotten rejected. Oh well, she would weasel her way to the top of the ranks eventually.
Thistlefur lounged beside Mallardwing on a flat rock by the creek. Leaf-fall was coming, and they wanted to soak up the sun before it grew chilly. Mallardwing rolled over to her back stretching her limbs to the sky. Her fur glistened in the sunlight. Thistlefur’s heart lurched. He never thought of her as ugly, but he had never paid much thought to her appearance. Mallardwing had just been a good patrol buddy, but for the past couple of weeks, he had been growing quite fond of the tabby. She caught him staring and flashed him a toothy grin. “You’re daydreaming.” She teased.
Thistlefur bashfully looked away. “Just thinking.”
“About what?” Mallardwing poked him. “It must be good if you ignored my question.”
“Question?” Thistlefur sat up to regain focus.
“Yeah, silly.” Mallardwing laughed. “I asked how you were, though I think know I have the answer.”
“Sorry,” He apologized. “I don’t know where my thoughts wandered off to.” They sat in a comfortable silence. Mallardwing was the first to break it.
“You don’t have to answer this if it’s too personal,” she said. “but did you leave any family behind in WaveClan?”
He shook his head. “Nope. I didn’t leave anyone too important. And I only met Windcall, Graybelly, and Minnowflash on my journey here.” He paused awkwardly. “Not that they’re around anymore either. What brought this up?” He scrutinized her as she just shrugged but kept her gaze on the dirt. Something clicked in the back of his mind. “Are you missing your parents?”
Mallardwing let out a soft cry. Thistlefur licked her head trying to soothe her. “Goosekit died at birth, so I was their only kit. Then Toadsplash died and Claystream just left me! I was her life but she just ran away. And Valleyrunner took Ravenpaw and Twilightpaw with him, and even though Mountainpaw is still here, I’m not really his mother. Well, I am but not really.” She sighed. “I’m not making any sense I know.”
“You’re making perfect sense to me. It’s been a tough year.” Thistlefur pressed against her. “You’re allowed to feel sad. I’m sorry that I can’t really do anything to make you feel better.”
“You’re crazy,” She let out a small chuckle. “You already did. Thanks for listening to my crazy ramblings.”
An exhausted group of cats entered camp with Sunchaser in the lead. Night was falling and the clan had waited for everyone to come back to begin a shared meal. The growing clan had just gotten settled in ready to dig in to their prey, an unfamiliar black and white tom with mismatching eyes hesitantly stepped into camp. “What are you doing here?” Sunchaser was the first to react, shooting to his feet and bristling.
“My name is Patchedmask, and I seek refuge.”
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Post by spasticjazzhands on Sept 30, 2019 18:31:55 GMT -8
THE HOSTILE NEIGHBORS ( 043 ) LAST MOON Patchedmask slipped out of the cabin and into the clear night sky. He looked up at the stars far above. Dovestrike was one of those twinkling stars now; he never got a chance to know her. “What are you looking for?” Patchedmask turned to see the stiff figure of Sunchaser sitting in the shadows.
“Dovestrike.” He returned his gaze to the heavens. “I wonder which star is hers.” The deputy stayed quiet. “I don’t mean to steal Rainsong back, you know.” Patchedmask looked to Sunchaser. “I have nowhere else to go.”
Sunchaser nodded awkwardly. “They don’t know you’re their father. And we’d like to keep it that way.”
“I’m perfectly fine watching from the shadows.” He faintly smiled. “They’ve certainly grown up.” He stretched and pivoted to head back to his roughly made nest. “You two did a fine job. Good night.” He dipped his head.
“Good night.”
Dexter curled up in his makeshift nest. He scowled thinking of the warm cabin the clan was snuggled up in and kneaded the freshly fallen leaves underneath him. Ridiculous, he thought. She should be the one paying for her sins. He would have to explore more of this forest in the warm sunlight. He sneezed, sending leaves and his spirit scattering across the ground. This better be worth it, he raked leaves back towards him, otherwise I’ll freeze to death all alone for nothing. To his dismay, he sneezed once more. I better find a wonderful feast tomorrow, he rested his tail over his nose, brought to me by servants. This wasn’t a time to get sick on his own. Perhaps if there’s one group of cats here, there’ll be more.
Twistedstar spent the early morning hours mulling over possible warrior names for the upcoming ceremony. Funnily enough, the only one she was set on was for the apprentice that failed his assessment. He would be devastated when his other four littermates would be named full warriors, he would become Rabbitear soon enough. There were also more pressing issues to be concerned about: Patchedmask and Dexter. While Patchedmask seemed to be a worthy warrior, the peculiar resemblance of him and Patchnose flitted in the back of her mind. She didn’t think it would be appropriate to ask Patchedmask to change his name, as he’d had it for more than fifty moons, so they’d just have to deal with it. If he didn’t stir up any trouble, she’d ignore it. If something serious started to rear its head, she’d press Sunchaser for some information he might know. However, this was the smaller problem at hand. Shadow was still distraught about the thought of Dexter being around, and obviously having him as a rouge was not going to work in the long run. She made a mental note to have Silverstem make her feel extra comfortable. And perhaps Neritefang would like to sleep outside of the nursery section as well? She was becoming very protective of the orphaned kits and becoming an elder certainly did not rip her claws from her. Yes, Twistedstar nodded to herself, Neritefang will like the extra guard duty and a chance to mother some kits.
“Deergaze! Squirreltuft! Mousespeck! Shrewfeather!” TwistedClan yowled the names of the newly christened warriors. Rabbitpaw sat in the very back, long ears flattened. Silverstem surprised him by licking his head. “What are you doing back here?” He grumpily shook her away.
“I can’t sit next to my own son?” Silverstem looked hurt.
“Shouldn’t you be congratulating the others?”
“They’re happy enough for now.” Silverstem scooted closer once more. “Is it a crime for wanting to spend time with my sulking kit?”
“Whatever.” But Silverstem didn’t miss the smile Rabbitpaw tried so hard to hide.
PRESENT The leaf-fall chill was becoming more evident by the second. It slowly started to creep its way into the sinuses of the clan cats. Thundercry was already bedridden with a cold much to his dismay. Frostpaw was now learning the art of keeping a restless warrior confined to a single nest. “You can’t just go around infecting others!” Frostpaw would dig his claws into the ground and hold the fluffy tom back with his teeth. “I’ll grab you a mouse or whatever else you want.”
“I want to go talk to my friends.” Thundercry complained in between sneezes. Frostpaw gave one final pull and successfully knocked the tom back into his sick-nest. He let out a heavy sigh. “I’ll take a squirrel then.” Thundercry glared at the apprentice from beneath his fluffy tail.
“Right.” Frostpaw muttered. He slunk out and rummaged through the fresh-kill pile.
“Are you going to pick something or make a mess?” Frostpaw jumped and spun to face an annoyed Darkmist.
“J-just getting something for Thundercry.” Frostpaw stuttered. He grabbed the first tail he touched and scampered away from her cold gaze. He ended up next to Frigidpaw, Mountainpaw, and Rabbitpaw with a scrawny mouse hanging from his jaws. “Is she nice to you?” He asked Mountainpaw under his breath.
“A fair mentor.” He shrugged. “It’s easier when I do things right the first time.”
“Rainsong’s quite nice.” Rabbitpaw said. “She didn’t even yell at me when I failed my warrior assessment.” He sounded a bit nasally.
“Has Rainsong yelled at anyone?” Frigidpaw asked.
“Rabbitpaw,” Frostpaw interrupted his brother. “Are you feeling alright?”
The tom tried to hide a sniff. “Just dandy.”
“I’m not so sure about that.”
“I’m NOT sick!” Rabbitpaw’s outburst caused a violent sneeze to startle him. “If I go get any herbs, Galalight won’t let me retake my assessment this moon.” He frowned.
“One more moon won’t hurt.” Frostpaw tried to persuade him. “And Galalight will have my hide if I allow you to patrol.”
Dexter stifled a sneeze and rubbed his runny nose with a paw. He was quickly becoming miserable, but nothing would ever get done if he lazed around. Scenting the air once more to make sure he was heading away from TwistedClan’s camp, he started off in the other direction. Luckily, he didn’t cross paths with a patrol; his hiding ability was hindered by his constant sniffling. Soon he reached the northern edge of the forest indicated by scent markers. Although…what was that? It seemed like there were faint scents of other cats drifting downwind. He opened his mouth for a better shot at locating the scent. It might have been non-TwistedClan cats, but Dexter couldn’t know for sure with his shoddy nose. Only one way to find out, he thought and trotted out of the forest and into the grasslands beyond. He was still unfamiliar with this territory; he had come from the south.
He was about ready to call it a day but spotting signs of cat trails reenergized him. At least the afternoon sun was starting to warm his pelt. The winds changed and the scent trail that was guiding him faded. He was now standing in grass as tall as he was and was lost walking around in circles. He sat down with a huff and covered his face with his paws. That’s when he was greeted with a chorus of hisses. “Who do you think you are walking into a strange group?” Dexter spun to face about twenty cats who had quietly and quickly completely surrounded him. This group looked haggard and unkept, bones sharply jutted out under fur. Scars lined each angled face and pelt giving the cats an off-putting vibe.
Dexter was not going to be intimidated, however, or at least act like he was. “I must have missed any scent markers.” He said evenly.
One of the bigger cats stepped forward menacingly. “We don’t need scents to defend us. Our claws work even better.”
A mottled molly missing an eye smirked. “Maybe pretty boy here needs to see how the world really works.”
“Oh, I’d love to get my claws in his pelt,” Another drawled. “The ones who act tough always shriek the loudest.”
Dexter shifted his weight to his hind end and assessed the situation. It wasn’t looking great if he was being honest. I should’ve just stayed in the shadows of TwistedClan, he thought with a frown. Although…that gave him an idea. “Clawing just me wouldn’t be terribly fun,” He slowly said. “But I know where you can find more.”
Thistlefur darted after his hunting patrol. He had been daydreaming about a certain molly and had been left behind. Now, he raced after a glimpse of a tail and kicked up clumps of leaves as he ran. The tail tip turned into a large brown tail sending an excited shiver down his spine. He put on a burst of speed and finally caught up with…Ruststripe. The older tom gave him a quick disgruntled look as a couple of birds took off towards the safety of the trees. His heart sank. “Sorry, I didn’t know they were there.” He apologized lamely.
“On a hunting patrol it would be safe to assume that prey is always near.” Ruststripe said evenly.
“Right,” Thistlefur uncomfortably scraped at the dirt.
“You’re a bit old to be so lovestruck that you’re scaring away our meal.” Ruststripe pressed. “Now go talk to her and let me actually hunt.”
Thistlefur sheepishly ducked his head and scampered away. What’s wrong with being giddy? He grinned to himself. It wasn’t every day that you’re chasing after your first love.
Perhaps new-leaf wasn’t the season for love. As Thistlefur was tracking Mallardwing instead of mice, Willowbranch was hardcore flirting with an oblivious Petalfall. She had finally gotten her alone, but the molly wouldn’t take a hint. At this point, Willowbranch didn’t know how much more forward she could be. She finally reached her breaking point. “Hey mouse-brain,” She blurted. “You want to like hang out but as more than friends?” The calico let out a little startled gasp. Did I misread something? She nervously thought.
“Like as mates?” Petalfall finally said.
“Not yet!” Willowbranch exclaimed. “But like half-mates or something. Pre-mates.”
“Oof,” Petal shook her head. “We can find another word better than pre-mates.”
“It’s courting,” Stormheart was apparently in the bushes eavesdropping.
“Go away, stalker!” Willowbranch ran to her brother to bowl him over. “What are you doing creeping around?”
“I like watching the leaves fall. It’s quiet up here.” Stormheart slipped out from his sister’s grasp. “But just become mates right away. You might not be here tomorrow.”
Willowbranch spent a few moments consoling him before leaving him to watch the scenery. “He’s still pretty torn up about Quietstep, huh?” Petalfall whispered as they walked away.
“Yeah, Thundercry and I take turns checking on him throughout the day. He finally visited Maplebreeze’s kits the other day. He seemed to brighten up after that, but we’re still worried about him.” Willowbranch explained. “But no offense, I don’t want to have a mate so suddenly.”
Petalfall’s laugh was a cheerful tinkle. “Me neither. Courting is just fine with me for now.”
Now it was Mallardwing’s prey that was frightened away by a running Thistlefur. “Whatcha do that for?” She tried to sound stern, but her smile said differently.
“I found you.” Thistlefur panted.
“Are you trying to catch me for dinner?” Mallardwing flicked him with her tail. “What’s up?”
“I’m in love with you.” He said breathlessly. “I-I love you.” Mallardwing’s eyes widened. “I understand if you might not feel the same since I’m…I’m not…”
“Are you kidding?” Mallardwing blinked slowly at him. Her voice was sweet. “I love you for you, Thistlefur. I love you as the tom you are. And even if you were a molly, I’d feel the same.” She stood face to face with the calico tom. “I love you too.”
Ashkit, Hollykit, and Featherkit were spending as much time out of the nursery as possible. The nine new kits were becoming rather bothersome to the growing trio, and the queens needed all hands-on deck. “Neritefang!” Featherkit called cheerfully. He led the way towards the two elders. “Look how fast I am!”
“I’m faster!” Ashkit boasted. She chased after her brother.
“Wait up!” Hollykit yelled. It seemed as if Neritefang finally had kits of her own.
The Clan had put the string of deaths in the back of their minds. For now, it seemed that the forest had been satisfied of the chaos it had caused for a short while. Galalight and Twistedstar remained worried, but for now TwistedClan was bright and happy again. This happiness is also what Dexter and the hostile group witnessed. “Interesting.” The big cat cuffed Dexter on the shoulder. “Let’s retrace our steps and ponder this situation.” He ordered. Dexter trailed behind. He wasn’t sure if he was allowed to still tag along, or if he even wanted to, but he needed some protection while he was ill. This could be his ticket in. He let out a loud sneeze.
“Who was that?” A voice off to the right asked. It was not from any of the rouge cats. They had been heard.
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Post by spasticjazzhands on Sept 30, 2019 18:49:50 GMT -8
THE REBOUNDS ( 044 ) LAST MOON Snowstorm, Softdapple, Riverstone, and Cinderdust pricked their ears. “Who was that?” Cinderdust asked. Snowstorm quickly hushed her with a sharp tail swish. The four stood frozen in their places. To their left, slight rustling of bushes and crackling of leaves underfoot continued. Snowstorm signaled to the patrol to crouch down, and he creeped forward. Between branches he could see a large group of straggly looking cats. He wished he had a larger and more threatening patrol than just three young and excitable mollies. He ordered them to slowly meet up with him and they all stood up together.
“Get the hell off our territory!” Snowstorm fluffed up his fur and snarled. Softdapple looked like an overweight hedgehog with all of her fur standing up but with her teeth bared, it was somewhat threatening. Riverstone and Cinderdust stood side-by-side with claws fully out and ready to fight.
This display was only met with howls of laughter from the ragtag group. The biggest and meanest looking cat stepped forward so that they were nose-to-nose with Snowstorm. “I’m not so sure about that,” His voice was low and rough but only from a hard, long life. It was obvious their threats didn’t faze him one bit. “I’ve had a good look around and you know what? I think we’ll stay.” His face broke into a smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Let’s head out, lads.” The troop scrutinized the clan cats for a few seconds more before turning and slowly and purposely walking away.
One of the smaller cats, and more taken care of, looked familiar. He was also trying very hard not to be spotted. “That’s Dexter, isn’t it?” Riverstone hissed. Snowstorm craned his neck and watched his tail disappear back into the overgrowth. It sure did look like it was. That snake! Snowstorm thought bitterly. Dexter wasn’t allowed in TwistedClan, so he got a hostile group of rouges to compete with them? Very underhanded if Snowstorm could say.
“We need to report this to Twistedstar immediately.” Snowstorm said.
PRESENT Crowtalon led his hunting patrol towards the far sides of their territory. He was slowly replacing the hole in his heart that Valleyrunner had left…by ignoring the emptiness and focusing on hunting and making sure Mountainpaw was ready for his warrior assessment. Flameleap was also silently stewing in his own thoughts. He was disturbing the traces of what little prey was left over from that raggedy rouge group by angrily slashing his tail every now and then. “Can. You. Not?” Crowtalon hissed at him and knocked him back. He lost his balance and flopped in the dirt. Thistlefur and Honeytail gave Crowtalon a dirty look. “Go on, we’ll catch up.” He muttered and shooed them off. Petalfall and Tigerstrike also gave them a wide berth as they scurried away. “What’s their problem?” He grumbled.
“Probably didn’t like you shoving me to the ground.” Flameleap stood and cleaned off stray leaves from himself.
“I wouldn’t have to shove you if you would stop moping and start hunting.” Crowtalon snapped.
“Really? It’s not because you’ve been in a bad mood ever since Valleyrunner left?” Flameleap’s voice rose and shoved his face in Crowtalon’s face.
“I wonder why I’m upset?” Crowtalon’s voice lowered. “Maybe it’s because my mate left and took my two daughters? No, that would make too much sense.”
“I have the right to be angry!” Flameleap argued. “Nightpelt essentially turned me down, so we’re in the same situation.”
Crowtalon softened a little. “I guess we are.” The two stood face-to-face; neither wanted to be the first on to look away. “Er, we should get back to hunting.” Crowtalon murmured.
Flameleap quickly turned his face to the side. He wouldn’t meet his eyes. “R-right.”
“Hello, Stormheart!” Maplebreeze purred as her brother’s hunched frame entered the nursery. A chorus of tiny ‘hellos’ greeted him as the kits swarmed around. He skillfully wrapped his tail around his leg to dissuade them from pulling it, but it was still fluffy enough for a couple stray claws to grab onto. He grimaced. “Goldkit, I told you to put your claws away.” Maplebreeze scolded. She stood and licked his face a few times. “How’ve you been?”
“Thundercry is finally feeling better.” Stormheart changed the subject. “They’re all getting so big!” He exclaimed, looking at the sea of fluff surrounding him. “You’re going to suffocate in here soon.”
“You’re telling me.” Shadow grumbled from the corner. She had built her nest in the very corner, out of sight from all entrances.
“Do you have any idea when Dexter is going to visit?” Stormheart asked under his breath. Maplebreeze shook her head with wide eyes. It was clear those thoughts were worrying her at well. “That’s if he comes back.” Stormheart tried to backtrack. “The last time we spotted him, he was hanging around those rouges.”
That had the opposite desired effect on the queens. “He’ll come back with allies.” Maplebreeze moaned.
“I hope they slit his little lying throat.” Shadow hissed. Maplebreeze tried and failed to bring all four of her kits close to her, but they squirmed away.
“Stormheart, can you teach us how to fight?” Pinekit pulled on his leg.
“Yeah!” Beetle bared his teeth. “Then we can slash throats!”
Maplebreeze let out an exasperated gasp. “Don’t talk about those things in here, they pick everything up.” She scolded her brother.
Shadow interjected. “It wouldn’t hurt for them to learn some self-defense, Maple.”
“Maplebreeze.” She corrected softly, too quiet for Shadow to hear.
“I’ll teach them how to stalk,” Stormheart pushed her gently. “It’ll get them out of your hair. It’ll be fun.”
“Alright.” Maplebreeze licked his cheek once more. “Don’t let them boss you around too much, okay?”
Frostpaw felt very strange feeling around for little bundles of life in Rainsong’s abdomen, but that was how he was spending his afternoon. He wasn’t exactly sure what he was supposed to be finding, well kits obviously, and he felt very pressured with Galalight looming over him. “What do you think?” She murmured.
“Am I having kits?” Rainsong asked hopefully.
“Um,” Frostpaw quickly glanced at Galalight for confirmation, but she just pushed his head back towards the molly. “Yes?”
Galalight batted her apprentice’s paw away. “If you’re not certain, ask.” She reprimanded. “Feel here.” She pressed his paw on the correct spot. “Do you feel that?”
Frostpaw shut his eyes tightly and focused on the faint movements underneath his paw. There! He felt a small shift and this time he was sure it wasn’t just digestion. “Yes! There’s kits in here!” He called out.
Rainsong purred. “Thank you for the joyful announcement.” Frostpaw ducked in embarrassment, but Galalight playfully cuffed him.
“Next time, don’t yowl in my ear.” She chuckled. Rainsong quickly left to tell Sunchaser the good news, but Galalight turned back to Frostpaw. “And next time, remember, if you aren’t sure check again. And even after you are sure, check again. And asking is always permitted.”
Frostpaw nodded but wanted to ask another question. It was slightly macabre but still relevant to the conversation. “Galalight? What if you aren’t here anymore?”
The orange tabby turned slightly away. “I’ll be here for a while.” She avoided his gaze.
“But not forever.” He pointed out.
“No, not forever.” Galalight sighed. “But we’re never alone. StarClan is always watching over us, remember?” She tilted his head up with her tail.
“Does Spottednose help you?” Frostpaw had only very faint memories of the first medicine cat before he passed away leaving Galalight young and alone.
“How about I talk to Twistedstar about us travelling to the Moonpool?” Galalight tilted her head in thought. “You can meet him yourself.”
Frostpaw did not expect this and a burst of excitement and nervousness flickered through him. “O-okay.” Galalight nodded and turned to check the medicine store. She passed some herbs to be laid out to dry to Frostpaw, and he obediently backed out with his mouth full of leaves. He spat them out on a flat rock close to the cabin and got to work placing them in the sunlight. He glanced at the sky. The sun was still high, but it wouldn’t be for long. The days were getting shorter and chillier. I better hurry if she expects us to hike all the way to the Moonpool tonight!
“There are three parts of your body you want to protect at all times,” Stormheart instructed the kits sitting before him. Even Ashkit, Featherkit, and Hollykit were joining the miniature training session, so he had a whopping twelve kits to keep in line. Luckily, Neritefang was standing by to help and Marsh had decided to yell only somewhat useful information from his sunning rock. Stormheart puffed out his chest. This was the first time since Quietstep had died that he felt truly in control of his life. “Can anyone tell me what they are?”
Ashkit waved her tail in the air and hopped to her feet. “I know, I know!” She trilled. “You need to protect your eyes!”
Stormheart nodded. “Yes, your eyes and the entirety of your face and head. You can’t keep fighting if you can’t see.”
“You can’t let them slash your throat!” Beetle yelled impatiently.
Back to the throat slashing, Stormheart didn’t think Maplebreeze and Shadow were going to be amused. “Yes, you also want to protect your throat.” He said gently. “Both your neck and head are important to keep safe from stray claws and fangs.”
“I think I know the last place,” Hollykit said. He sounded respectful and earnest, the first time Stormheart had witnessed his not-jaded personality. “It’s your belly.”
“Correct!” Stormheart praised him and Hollykit sat up a little straighter. Ashkit gave him an odd look and shoved him off balance. He lightheartedly spat at her in retaliation. “As I was saying,” Stormheart gave them a stern look. “you want to keep your head, throat, and belly as safe as possible as those are your weakest points. Neritefang, would you like to demonstrate a possible attack and I will defend myself?”
Neritefang certainly wasn’t out of practice because all of the kits got to watch her wrestle Stormheart to the ground. Multiple times.
Nightpelt didn’t appreciate how quiet his life had gotten ever since Flameleap and him stopped speaking. It was strange how much time Flameleap had spent telling him stupid puns and odd observations; he truly didn’t know what he had until it was gone. He had already tried apologizing to Flameleap but must have done something wrong as he remained just as upset as before. He shook his head to clear his thoughts. A nice cold drink of water should do him good. He avoided his clanmates in case they wanted to talk. Nightpelt hated small-talk and wanted to just be in his own head. He carefully made his way down to the banks avoiding cutting his pads on any sharp rocks when he heard faint chatter. Nightpelt paused and closed his eyes. It sounded like a couple of toms. The worst-case scenario would be a small party of rouges, Nightpelt thought. He crept forward, careful not to send rocks scattering down the bank. Through the branches, it seemed there were only two toms. I could take them down if I had to, Nightpelt peered closer, though that might be pushing it. Creeping ever closer, he could identify the cats. They were sitting rather close to each other, closer than Nightpelt would have liked, and seemed to be talking and laughing and having a good time. The slightly smaller of the two, the orange one, leaned on the other’s shoulder which elicited a tender lick to the cheek. Nightpelt felt a burning pain flow through his entire body, from his ears to his half-tail tip. Since when were Flameleap and Crowtalon so close?
Sunchaser was absolutely elated when he heard that Rainsong and him were finally having their own kits. However, there was another cat Rainsong felt she needed to tell right away. Patchedmask was eating a small mouse alone. He still hadn’t seemed to fully integrate with TwistedClan, perhaps still feeling odd about having an unknown forbidden relationship with Rainsong. She casually approached him, not wanting to draw too much attention. What was she thinking? She was allowed to talk to another one of her clanmates! But she was still weary of rumors spreading, especially with Patchnose looking so much like his father. Patchedmask’s face lit up when he saw who was standing in his light. “What do I owe this pleasure?” He smiled. “Care for a bite?” He offered some of his mouse to her, but she declined.
“I wanted to let you know that I’m expecting kits. I thought you should hear it from me first.” She blurted out.
“Hopefully with Sunchaser?” His eyes had a playful twinkle that oh, she just realized she missed. Lately Sunchaser’s eyes only had a worried look buried deep down.
But she had made her choice a long time ago, and he had too. She shoved those old feelings away and smiled herself. “This time, yes. As it always should have been.”
Rabbitpaw ran through the forest muttering under his breath. He would not fail this time! And if Mountainpaw passed before him, he didn’t think he could walk back into camp.
Frostpaw shivered in the cold leaf-fall night air. He somewhat wished he was back in his warm nest, but the thrill of following Twistedstar and Galalight to the Moonpool kept his feet moving. Hopefully StarClan thinks I’m a worthy medicine cat apprentice, he thought. A new sense of dread filled him. What if they didn’t?
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Post by spasticjazzhands on Sept 30, 2019 18:56:06 GMT -8
THE KIDNAPPING ( 045 ) LAST MOON Galalight blinked open her eyes. She was once again in awe at the tranquil starry forest sprawled out in front of her. Twistedstar had already risen to her feet, and Frostpaw was still restlessly twitching on the ground. She gently nudged him until he too opened his eyes. She watched his emotions shift quickly from fear to overwhelmed to shocked. “It’s about time you came to this forest. What happened, did you forget where we were, or did you only get lost?” A familiar sharp tone came from behind them. She turned with a small smile.
“It’s been hectic, Spottednose.” She said. Twistedstar enthusiastically greeted Spottednose with a friendly lick and rubbed cheeks with an amused Stormstrike sitting further behind. “Have you seen the nasty group we have to deal with now?”
“Count your blessings.” Spottednose said sharply. “Now, who’s this sorry mongrel?” His attention turned to a timid Frostpaw who froze at the mention of his name. Galalight subtly gestured for him to introduce himself.
“Frostpaw.” His voice came out a little higher than normal, but at least he said the correct name. Spottednose made an uninterested grunt, and Frostpaw deflated a little. “I’ve been learning a lot!” He quickly added.
“Keep him an apprentice for a lot longer.” Spottednose was focused on Galalight once more, and there was a bit of regret in his eyes. “Only come back when you think he’s ready plus six moons.”
“Oh, don’t be so hard on her!” Stormstrike flicked him. “Trust she’ll do what’s best.” The old medicine cat didn’t retort, instead he rose and made his way down a flattened grass path and the others were inclined to follow. Soon, they arrived at a small clearing surrounded by soft ferns and brush. At the center was a pattern of rocks, sticks, and leaves. “He’s been creating this for days.” Stormstrike muttered. “I tried to help but received scratches instead.”
Spottednose hissed. “You weren’t helping, you were hindering.” He drew a thin circle with a claw around a small pile of leaves. “TwistedClan is here. And this is what you should be worried about,” He rested his paw on a small pile of sticks. “As you can see, they’re quite close to each other, aren’t they?”
“We outnumber them, but how many would we lose, Spottednose. I want to cut them out, get rid of the whole infection at once, but they’ll rip through our ranks.” Twistedstar sounded already defeated. “My presence is stronger here than in TwistedClan now, what good are we going to do?”
Spottednose sent a pile of small rocks scattering. “Don’t do anything rash, otherwise we would be ripped from this forest.”
“I’ll see if I can convince a cat to join your ranks.” Stormstrike said. “See, I’m being helpful and not overwhelmingly negative.” Twistedstar forced a tight smile.
“Remember, Frostpaw,” Galalight turned back to her silent apprentice. She had gotten distracted from the main point of their journey. “StarClan is always available for you to ask for help or advice. No matter how annoyed or bothered Spottednose may seem, he knows what he is talking about.”
Petalfall, Mousespeck, and Softdapple had pull the short sticks for standing on guard for TwistedClan while the trio talked to the dead. The clan had been on edge since the noisy rouges were scaring away prey, and the youngest warriors were the front-line defense (mostly because the older warriors wanted sleep). Each were positioned by a possible entrance point of camp and were feeling the effects of exhaust. The three warriors let their minds wander across their favorite topics: Petalfall dreamed about Willowbranch, Mousespeck dreamed about eating a feast with a bunch of pretty toms, and Softdapple dreamed about meeting a dreamy tom and romantically falling in love. Soon, the guards were dreaming and softly snoring away. Softdapple was the first to awake with a jolt as screeches from the nursery started. She jumped to her feet and caught the glimpse of tattered tails brushing past a confused Mousespeck and saw that their prey pile was rudely rummaged through and scattered about. Petalfall was very shaken up, but not as much Shadow, Rainsong, and Maplebreeze who were still yowling curses, loud enough to wake the rest of the clan. Petalfall pressed against Softdapple. “We’re going to be in so much trouble.” She muttered.
Twistedstar plodded along steadily trying to make it back to her warm nest with Ruststripe before dawn, but her hind end wasn’t cooperating, and the smallest hint of sunlight was peeking over the horizon. The two medicine cats were pulling ahead, and she cursed the StarClan she just visited for leaving her like this. She used a short burst of speed and somewhat caught up to them albeit panting. Frostpaw and Galalight froze, and Twistedstar twitched her tail impatiently. “Don’t stop on my account.” She ordered but was also thankful for the tiny break.
“I thought I saw a pair of eyes.” Frostpaw stammered.
“It’s probably prey hiding from our stinking trespassers.” Twistedstar reassured him. “Maybe we can catch a bite to eat.”
Then cats descending without making much of a commotion, one big cat was enough to disorient Twistedstar, sinking sharpened claws deep into her throat and chest. Galalight was quickly overwhelmed by three skinny cats leaving her with many small scrapes and cuts. A mottled tortoiseshell slammed her paw against Frostpaw’s forehead, first stunning him then dragging him by the scruff. He struggled and scraped his claws across the ground trying to gain a foothold. His assailant swiftly shook him and some of his claws tore. The other attackers backed off the older cats and two grabbed his legs allowing them to travel faster. The only trace of Frostpaw now was a small trail of blood.
“ARE YOU KIDDING ME?” Sunchaser had taken this opportunity to get some pent-up frustrations off his chest. Softdapple, Mousespeck, and Petalfall hung their heads in embarrassment and prayed that his lecture would wrap up soon. “DO YOU THINK THIS IS A JOKE? THAT YOU AND YOUR NEEDS ARE MORE IMPORTANT THAN THE CLAN? THAT BEING ON GUARD ISN’T NECESSARY EVEN THOUGH IT WAS JUST PROVEN THAT IT DEFINITELY WAS?”
Petalfall was feeling particularly ashamed as her father had never had to yell at her like this before. “I’m really sorry, Sunchaser.”
Her apology didn’t have any effect on the tom. “Sorry doesn’t help anything now. If you aren’t going to behave like warriors, you don’t have to be warriors.” The three shared confused looks. “You will not sleep with the warriors, you will not eat with the warriors, and you will not patrol like warriors. Instead, you may help with the apprentice training and perhaps learn maturity from them.” Sunchaser explained. They all tensed as the bushed rustled once more, but it was only Twistedstar and Galalight finally returning. The sun was now fully above the horizon and the forest waking. “Now, we must tell Twistedstar what has happened.”
“That must wait,” Twistedstar rasped. “Frostpaw has been taken.”
Rabbitpaw tried his best to squash down any resentment he was feeling but was having an especially hard time at it. Of course, he felt terrible that Frostpaw had been kidnapped and wanted his safe return, but on the other paw, Rabbitpaw had finally passed his warrior assessment and now his ceremony was overshadowed. He made sure to keep these feelings deep inside as Frigidpaw was quite upset, and that was understandable. “Frostpaw is strong, he’ll be fine. He’s probably single-handedly fighting off the entire group right now.” Mountainpaw told the melancholy apprentice. “He’ll keep his hide.”
“You don’t know that.” Frigidpaw moaned. “We’ve never been apart before! He won’t know what to do without me.”
“He’s been training separately from us for a while, he can do it.” Rabbitpaw nudged him. “You have to trust in him a bit more.”
“I know,” Frigidpaw said but didn’t look at all convinced. “But it’s almost time for your ceremony. Don’t worry about me.”
Rabbitpaw was saved from responding but Twistedstar calling everyone’s attention. “Now, I am sure you all have heard about the commotion this morning. I need to remind everyone to take all of your duties seriously if you want to remain in this clan.” She cast a dark look at the young offenders. “More urgent news, however, is regarding Frostpaw. He has been taken hostage by the rouges and held against his will. Now, we cannot do anything rash until we have a better idea of his situation. We must make sure any retaliations against the group have no negative consequences for Frostpaw. On a more pleasant note, two of our apprentices are now ready to receive their warrior names. Forgive me the informality but Rabbitpaw and Mountainpaw, come here together.” She waited until they were at her shoulder to continue. “Rabbitpaw, you shall be known as Rabbitear. Mountainpaw, you shall be known as Mountaintop. Congratulations and excuse me for I need to discuss the recent events with the senior warriors.” There were no happy yowls of their hard-earned warrior names. Rabbitear couldn’t keep the sneer off of his face.
The border patrol that was originally the dawn patrol had turned into an afternoon patrol as Snowstorm and Birchwhisker discussed the troubles at great length with Twistedstar and her chosen senior members. It might have been for the best, however, since the frigid morning air had added a warm breeze that tickled their raised hair. Birchwhisker was the first to spot a silhouette of a cat in the distance standing out from the stark bare branches of the bushes around. “We can ambush them!” Riverstone hissed. “Take them hostage and exchange them for Frostpaw back!”
“Don’t be hasty.” Birchwhisker said. “We’ll see how it is for sure but no unnecessary force.” Her words fell on deaf ears as Riverstone had already sped ahead and pummeled the cat to the ground. “Easy.” Birchwhisker calmed her as Snowstorm drug her away. This cat didn’t look like one of the rouges; she was a lot older but very well-kept. There were no mats in her fur nor scars.
“Someone is overeager.” The cat slowly got to her feet. “I won’t put up too much of a fight, I’m afraid. The cold air sucked the life out of my bones it seems.”
“We apologize for her actions.” Snowstorm cuffed Riverstone’s ear but she wasn’t too concerned. “We might have a warm place out of the cold to make up for it.”
“Alright, I’m Fritillarystreak by the way,” the old cat introduced. “I asked for my mam to shorten it, but she never let me.”
“That works perfectly with ours,” Birchwhisker reassured her. “Believe me, I know.”
The kidnappers didn’t take Frostpaw terribly far; he recognized the area where they had set up their makeshift camp and it was frighteningly close to TwistedClan. He was tossed on the ground, fur picking up brambles, and tried to peer at his surroundings a bit more. A blow to his head forced his nose to the dirt and he didn’t try to look again. After a few moments of the cats conversing, he was picked up once more and shoved into a den made up of scraggly branches between two trees. He dared a peek and was met with three round queens who were eyeing him suspiciously. A cat stepped in behind him, and he skittered to the side. Frostpaw could only assume he was the leader of the bunch; he was the biggest and the nastiest cat out of the bunch. “You are here to help these pretty lasses kit. If a kit dies, you’ll earn scars. If a queen dies…” He trailed off ominously. “Well, we hope it won’t come to that.” He disappeared back into the light of the outside, but Frostpaw had no chance of following. Four warriors immediately sat in front of the exit, and he only had his wits and three queens to survive this situation.
PRESENT After a moon of being forced to socialize with the queens and only the queens, Frostpaw still wasn’t sure if they would be classified as friends. They certainly trusted him a bit more than when he first arrived but still would barely give him the time of day. The nicest of the three was Sage, a long haired white molly with green eyes. She was also the youngest and the most anxious queen. Aria was a battered Siamese and had a rotten attitude to match. She gave Frostpaw constant nicks and scratches whenever she was particularly cranky, which was often. Bree was Aria’s sister but more mellow. While she wasn’t as vocal or aggressive as her sister, she also spent most of the days silent and moody. Frostpaw stayed out of the sisters’ way as much as possible and that seemed to make them happiest as well. The three were getting quite close to kitting and all four of them were dreading the moment the kits arrived. Receiving a reassuring nod from Sage, he took a deep breath and gathered all of his courage. “Excuse me,” his voice squeaked, and he flattened his ears as the guards leered at him. “I need to gather some herbs for the three of them.”
“Herbs?” One of them laughed. “What do you need those for, boy?”
“I want to find kitting herbs.” Frostpaw explained, still sounding small. “I need them to make the kitting go smoothly.”
The other guard rose and left presumably to ask Ernest, the leader of the rouges. “We will see about that,” The remaining guard sneered. “Don’t get your hopes up.”
Stormheart decided to train Hollypaw alone for their first training session. The three siblings were very close (how could they not be? They only had each other), and he wanted a chance to see how Hollypaw would do away from his littermates. He had a feeling he would listen and try better on his own. For the first time since Quietstep was killed, Stormheart was happy and looking forward to the day.
Flameleap pressed against Crowtalon as a strong gust of wind ripped through the trees. Crowtalon gratefully sunk into his touch. Who cared if they were only rebounds? Crowtalon enjoyed a warm body pressed against him in his nest at night and Nightpelt was certainly regretting his decision of pushing Flameleap away.
“Good morning, Morningstar.” A soft voice of a molly drifted to her ears. Twistedstar sat up and was still in her hollowed tree den, but her body remained laying down. So, she was dreaming, she noticed and was greeted by a silky white molly with beautiful gray markings.
“I haven’t heard that name in a while.” She peered closer at the molly. She didn’t recognize her from StarClan.
“Right, Stormstrike said you changed it,” The molly laughed. “But he only knew you as Morningstar, so that’s what he usually addressed you as.”
“How did you meet Stormstrike?” Twistedstar asked intrigued.
“He came to me in a dream. That’s what this is, right?” She looked down at herself. “I think I’m still sleeping farther downstream. But he guided me here and helped me be able to dream of this. This is real, correct?”
“As real as a dream is.”
“How real is anything, really?” She shrugged. “Anyway, I know the path to TwistedClan if you would welcome me.”
“Any friend of Stormstrike’s is a friend of mine.” Twistedstar smiled. “You’ll just need a proper warrior name.”
“Oh, about that,” She shuffled her feet. “Stormstrike already gave me one.”
“Did he now?” That was a very Stormstrike thing to do.
“He was very excited to choose one. He said, ‘you always got the fun job.’” She twitched her tail. “Though, you can change it if you don’t like it.”
“Don’t keep me in suspense,” Twistedstar urged. “Though it’s tempting to change it without knowing just to irk him.”
“I quite like it at least.” She said. “He picked out Lynxshine.”
“That’s a good one, you’ll have to keep it. We’ll hope to see you soon, Lynxshine.”
Mousespeck haphazardly tossed out an old piece of bedding out of the elder’s section and accidently smacked a returning Neritefang in the face. After a short chase around the den and a good couple smacks on the head, Mousespeck was grooming Neritefang. Petalfall and Softdapple came back with fresh moss to find the old bedding still in the nests, but Neritefang, Fritillarystreak, and Marsh shiny clean. “Guess you should have stayed awake, huh?” Neritefang’s eyes twinkled as the three warriors groaned at the work they still had to do. She was enjoying this.
There! Mountaintop spotted his friend scrambling up the small incline on the outskirts of camp. “Psst,” Mountaintop hissed. He snatched the disappearing tip of Frigidpaw’s tail and dragged him back behind the cabin. They got in a quiet tussle that ended with Mountaintop eventually pinning him down. “Where do you think you’re going? Mallardwing is looking all over for you. They’re ready to start your assessment.”
“I’m not taking it,” Frigidpaw quickly twisted and used all of his strength to pull himself out from under the warrior. “I’m going to find Frostpaw.”
“You’re crazy!” Mountaintop exclaimed. “They’ll kill you!”
“I won’t be killed,” He didn’t sound too sure of that. “And I need to find my brother. I can’t stand not knowing what has happened to him.”
Mountaintop nodded. “I understand, but you’re just an apprentice.”
“I’m supposed to be taking my assessment today!” Frigidpaw retorted. “And I couldn’t care less!”
“I’m just saying you should really have a warrior escort come with you,” Mountaintop smiled. “And that’s why I’m coming too!”
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Post by spasticjazzhands on Oct 11, 2019 11:00:57 GMT -8
THE HESITANT FRIENDSHIPS ( 046 ) LAST MOON “On with it, boy, we’re not going to be out here all day!” Frostpaw was shoved forward into the dirt. His request to search for herbs was hesitantly granted but constantly being tossed around was getting rather old. He briefly considered making a run for it instead but a glance at his five cat escort knocked common sense back into him. While he was sure he could overpower the jittery apprentice, there was no way he could outrun four fully grown cats. Frostpaw shook himself off and plodded along keeping his nose to the ground searching for anything familiar. The guards knew he had no chance of getting away and backed off a bit, allowing him and the younger cat to walk without them breathing down their necks. Frostpaw stole a glance at his orange companion. He had just as many scars as the rest of them, perhaps even more, and was obviously uncomfortable walking in the open forest. His neon green eyes darted back and forth vigilantly scanning his surroundings. His tattered ears also kept up the radar swiveling towards every small sound. When Frostpaw stopped for a second to check a growing plant, it could be dock but he wasn’t 100% sure, the cat froze watching him with wide eyes.
“Nothing we need,” Frostpaw found himself reassuring the worrier as he continued on. “I know raspberry leaves help with kitting, but we need to find a raspberry bush first.”
The cat didn’t seem what to make of the hostage actually speaking to him. The next time Frostpaw paused, however, the cat crept closer to look over his shoulders. “Is this a raspberry bush?”
“No, this is mint. It smells sharp, see?” Frostpaw sniffed the plant to show the other it wasn’t going to bite him. “Raspberry bushes have red berries on them, and the leaves are soft but jagged. We’ll need to keep looking.”
This time the cat travelled closer to Frostpaw’s shoulder and only twitched when he looked back over his shoulder at the adult guards. It was Frostpaw’s turn to jump when he spoke first. “I’m guessing your name isn’t ‘boy.’”
“It’s Frostpaw.” He said. “It used to be Frost but when I joined TwistedClan my brother and I took clan names.”
“Clan names?”
“We were young when we joined, so we were Frostkit and Frigidkit. Once we were old enough at six moons to start training, our names changed to Frostpaw and Frigidpaw. I’m training to be a medicine cat, so I won’t get my full name for a long time. But Frigidpaw should be taking his warrior assessment anytime now and receive his warrior name.” Frostpaw explained. “Warrior names can end in anything but -star. That’s reserved for our leader.”
“Why’d you start training at six moons? Wouldn’t you be behind?”
“Everyone starts training then, otherwise we’d be too young.” Frostpaw saw the cat’s bewilderment. “I’m guessing it’s different here?”
“Ernest came and snatched me and my sister from our nest when we were only kits. Maybe about three moons? I don’t really remember the rest of my family at all now so I must have been pretty small.” He shuddered. “They made us start training right away, but it was all fighting. You have to learn how to fight right away otherwise you don’t make it.”
“At least you have your sister!” Frostpaw tried to steer this conversation into a positive light. “I would feel lost without my brother. I miss him tons now.”
The cat stopped and stared into Frostpaw’s bright eyes, but his own seemed dull. “She wasn’t strong enough. She didn’t make it.”
Patchedmask’s hunting patrol was going rather poorly. All six cats had only caught two scrawny mice and were getting pretty discouraged. The rouges’ musky scent was now so intertwined with the normal forest smells that it was difficult for Patchedmask to pick out any specific trail. “Let’s try to spread out.” Patchedmask suggested. He still felt out of his element heading a patrol while the deputy and other longtime members of the clan were listening to what he said. He wasn’t used to waking up in an old cabin around cats that were still strangers and kits that would never know who he really was. But he was a good actor as the other cats took his orders without question and didn’t give him a second glance, even Patchnose. He opened his mouth to scent the crisp air and smelled a hint of rabbit. He froze and tried to pinpoint the prey. A small crack of a twig sent the hidden rabbit racing, however, and Patchedmask took off after it. He crossed the territory boundaries unknowingly, I will catch this rabbit!, and as soon as he stepped out of official TwistedClan territory, a different patrol of cats surrounded him. Patchedmask immediately bristled his fur and unsheathed his claws, but he was outnumbered five to one. The angry yowls filled the air, but TwistedClan was too late. Patchedmask had given a nasty bite to one molly and various cuts to the others but received a deep scratch on his shoulder. Thundercry and Darkmist had just burst through the branches to witness a heavy blow dealt to Patchedmask’s head. He crumpled as the rest of the patrol leaped to his side and the rouges scattered. Ruststripe and Sunchaser carefully picked him up without letting his head loll around terribly much. Mallardwing ran ahead to alert Galalight of a new incoming patient.
“Are these raspberries?” Frostpaw got ready to tell the cat ‘no’ for the umpteenth time but was pleasantly surprised when he was actually standing by a raspberry bush. He bounded towards the plant excitedly causing the cat to flinch and scramble out of the way.
“These are!” Frostpaw made a mental note to not make any fast movements around this cat. He gathered a mouthful of leaves. The guards saw their success and quickly shoved them back towards the direction of camp. They snapped to hurry up because they wanted something to eat and if they weren’t back by dusk, they’ll regret it. The cat seemed to take this threat very seriously and broke into an uneasy trot that had Frostpaw panting to keep up with. Thankfully the sun was still in the sky when they arrived, so Frostpaw never got to know would have happened and he was happy with that. He carefully placed the leaves underneath a small overhang nearby the queens’ dens and piled small rocks around them to keep them protected. The cat awkwardly was shuffling close by, not knowing if he was still allowed to be by Frostpaw or not. Their escorts had gone off to feast on the prey stolen from TwistedClan, and no one seemed to notice the two left alone. “You never told me your name.” Frostpaw said quietly.
The cat nervously looked over his shoulders before finally whispering, “Skitter.” One of Frostpaw’s usual guards noticed his return and started towards them. Seeing other approach, Skitter stumbled backwards. “I shouldn’t be here anymore.” He said and turned tail. Frostpaw sighed and watched him scurry off to a quiet corner. He turned to go back into the nursery den but was distracted by a battered dirty-white and gray kit carrying a leaf almost as big as him. He paraded by Frostpaw with his spiky tail high in the air and set the leaf down carefully and put a few small pebbles on top of it. Frostpaw chuckled as he realized the kit was imitating what he was doing! Frostpaw’s guard wasn’t amused at all, however, and he bent down to growl in his face, “What are you doing over here?”
The kit didn’t even flinch, he must have been used to this type of treatment and Frostpaw shuddered at that thought. “I’m gathering leaves too! I’m allowed to do whatever I want!” The kit announced.
Surprisingly, the kit just got a heavy swat from the rouge and an order to move. The kit still ran away pitifully mewing, but Frostpaw was only glad that the kit came out alive based on what he learned from Skitter today. The rouge was now starting to eye him suspiciously, and he took that as a cue to go back inside the nursery den. He was greeted with a disgruntled hiss from Aria but that was to be expected. Another surprise was waiting for him; the kit was being quietly comforted by Sage, the only other cat somewhat nice to him here. “Don’t just stand there, fetch us a mouse!” Aria snapped. Frostpaw spun back around and slunk out to grab a mouse off of the dwindling fresh-kill pile. On his way back, he dropped the mouse and picked it up again but with a big leaf in tow. “Why is it dusty?” Aria wrinkled her nose as the mouse he handed her. “And there’s a leaf with it! Can you not do anything right?”
“Sorry,” He quickly snatched the leaf away from her and stole a glance towards the kit and Sage. He had stopped whining and was watching him with wide eyes. Frostpaw waited until the two sisters quieted down and then approached the kit. “I couldn’t find a leaf as good as yours, but you can have this one if you want.” He softly offered. Sage gave him a grateful lick as the kit pounced on it in excitement. He sniffed it and it seemed to pass his inspection.
“If you get your leaves, then we’d have three leaves.” The kit said matter-of-factly.
“Very good, Volé.” Sage praised. She looked to Frostpaw. “Sorry if he was bothering you, he never seems to run out of energy.”
“I didn’t know you had another kit,” Frostpaw said. “I thought this would be your first litter.”
“He’s not mine. Well, my blood-related kit.” Sage corrected herself. “Ernest…found him and took him in as his own. And I look after him since Ernest is busy most of the time.”
Frostpaw thought of what Skitter had mentioned earlier. He was certain that Ernest didn’t find Volé and give him a home from the goodness of his heart, Volé was also taken from his family. I can’t stay with these cats, Frostpaw thought. Sure, eventually the group would move on from this forest and start to trust Frostpaw bit by bit. Maybe his name would revert back to Frost or perhaps something different. But I want to stay with Frigidpaw…with all of TwistedClan. I would rather die than follow these scavengers anywhere!
As the hunting patrol laid Patchedmask carefully in front of the medicine den, Sunchaser ran directly to Rainsong in the nursery. By the time they returned to the unconscious warrior’s side, Galalight was already applying pressure and horsetail to his cut. “That doesn’t look too bad?” Rainsong looked to Galalight for confirmation. While the medicine cat didn’t know why the molly was this distressed, but it wasn’t her place to judge.
“His cut is doable. The bleeding has stopped.” Galalight gently pressed around the cut but nothing oozed out. “The issue is that he is unconscious. I can stop bleeding but cannot help an internal head injury.” She stepped back and gave the three cats space. Rainsong curled up next to him and rested her head on his flank.
“Are you really going to lay with him?” The many moons of hurt once again gripped Sunchaser. Rainsong had chosen him as her official mate but was he really just her second choice? The safe choice? The allowed choice?
“He doesn’t have anyone else here.” Rainsong’s voice was soft. “I’m just offering my comfort from a familiar scent.”
With a great effort, Sunchaser pushed his old feelings of jealousy and resentment down. He understood her reasoning, it just hurt him to remember that time once more. “He needs you now.” He murmured in her ear. “I’ll go report this incident along with Ruststripe.”
Rainsong stayed with Patchedmask, her first love and the father to her first litter, until the moon was high in the night sky. “Rainsong,” Galalight lightly woke the dozing queen. “He’s in StarClan now.” Rainsong shivered. The patch of fur she rested her chin on was still warm and she started to protest. Galalight gently guided her paw to his chest. His breathing had ceased and body was cold where her warmth did not reach. “Let’s get you back inside.”
Pavilla nudged her three little bundles closer to her belly. They snuggled against her warm long fur occasionally lapping up some milk. She was blessed to find this small burrow in a forest to hole up before the snow hits. The leaves that were still hanging on to the tallest branches were almost shriveled up, and leaf-bare was coming fast. Her only molly looked just like her, a dark tortoiseshell. She named her Somni. The two toms were spitting images of their father, dark tabbies with stark white paws and chests. They were named Sopor and Nitor. The content family dozed, pressed against each other, until the morning light broke through the dense clouds. Pavilla tried her best to go back into the hazy world of dreams but the morning sun kept her out. She spent this quiet time when her kits were still asleep and still for once watching their backs raise up and down with each breath. All at once it seemed that chaos descended on the happy family. Strange cats battered her sides and ears and dragged her out of their burrow. The kits instantly awoke to her yowls and the rude scruffing they received from unknown cats. Before Pavilla could fight back, her kits were snatched, and she was left disgruntled and dazed in the dirt. A separate, much more approachable, group of cats found her distressed stumbling around looking for her stolen kits.
Frigidpaw and Mountaintop followed the trespassers’ scents and rowdy yowling right to their camp. Mountaintop felt a shiver race down his spine. No one knew they were gone; if this went south, they were on their own. But Mountaintop couldn’t back out now as he was the one that volunteered himself to join Frigidpaw. Frigidpaw led the way, nose in the air, and moved at a respectable pace. His eyes were dilated, taking in every stray leaf out of place, a bitter scent of fear clung to him. Mountaintop was reminded of his sisters and grimaced. He hoped they all had found another safe place to stay whether another clan or another lone burrow. “We’re almost there, I reckon,” Frigidpaw didn’t bother to lower his voice. The rouges were loud enough that a normal speaking voice was as good as a whisper.
“What’s our plan?” Mountaintop asked.
“Get Frostpaw and head back home.” Frigidpaw’s hair was already bristling.
“That’s the goal.” Mountaintop said. “How’re we going to accomplish that?”
“Well,” Frigidpaw hesitated. “We’ll see where he is and go get him.” Mountaintop shook his head. “I don’t know, Mountaintop, why don’t you think of some brilliant idea!” He shouted.
“Shush!” Mountaintop hissed. Both toms quickly ducked down and braced themselves for claws to find them. Rambunctious shouts filled the air, but they seemed to be focused on something else. The two risked a peek through the thick branches of sheltering bushes. A rouge patrol was herding three terrified kits through the middle of camp while others leered and jeered. They stopped before the largest cat who snapped at their tails and whiskers sending them into tears. A light face watched from the shadows of the furthest den with a frightened expression. “I think that’s Frostpaw!” Mountaintop nudged Frigidpaw. Before he had a chance to make sure, a sentry finally had spotted the two trespassers who sounded the alarm. Mountaintop immediately launched himself on the first cat that turned the corner. He was an orange tom with many nicks and scars and was smaller than both of them. He knocked him over right away with the element of surprise on his side. He raked his back claws through his soft underbelly fur and the young tom yelped and squirmed away. Droplets of blood dripped down and slowly seeped into the dirt. The cat and Mountaintop stared at each other waiting for the next move. A grunt from Frigidpaw made their heads snap and look at him taking on two larger cats. He was surprisingly holding his own, showing off his fighting abilities. “Watch your tail, Frigidpaw!” Mountaintop yelled encouragement. A gasp came from the smaller cat and Mountaintop turned back to snarl at him. They both took a step towards each other, but the cat whimpered in pain. When he had moved, the flow of blood quickened. “Go,” Mountaintop hissed and jerked his head back. “Go back to camp.” No matter how much Mountaintop hated these cats for taking his friend, he was no murderer. He helped Frigidpaw fend off the older rouges before they took off back towards their own camp. Mountaintop only was missing a few chunks of hair and Frigidpaw was sporting a new tear in his ear. “I saw Frostpaw.” Mountaintop panted. “He’s alright.”
“Thanks for coming with me.” Frigidpaw shot him his first genuine smile since his brother was taken. “At least we know he’s alive.”
PRESENT Skitter winced as Frostpaw gently licked his healing belly wound. The cut hadn’t gotten terribly infected, but it still stung as it was cleaned. “You shouldn’t have wrestled with a fox if you’re going to squirm now.” Frostpaw chastised.
“I-I need to tell you something.” Skitter whispered. He twisted and faced Frostpaw. “There were two cats from your clan sniffing around the edge of camp here. And I think that one of them was Frigidpaw. That’s the name I heard the cat that attacked me call the other.”
Frostpaw froze. “What did he look like?”
“It was a bit difficult to pay attention while my fur was getting clawed out, but he was mostly white with some tan on his face I think.” Skitter said. “He was fighting Recluse and Widow. Only bleeding a little.”
Frostpaw grinned. “That sure sounds like him. I can’t believe he came!”
Skitter kept his eyes trained on the ground. “D-do you think they’ll come and take you back?”
“Yes!” Frostpaw lashed his tail, a burst of hope soaring through him. “I knew they wouldn’t just leave me here!” He quieted down as he caught the disheartened look that had crossed Skitter’s face. “I’m sure you could come too if you want.”
The slight hurt turned into distinct alarm. “No! I couldn’t leave.”
“Why not?”
“These cats are my family. They raised me.” Skitter stuttered. “I can’t leave the only life I’ve ever known.”
Flameleap yelped as he was unceremoniously yanked to the side. The attacker and him fell sideways behind the cabin. He prepared himself for claws to his eyes or something but was only met with a “you can stop the act now!” It was an irate Nightpelt.
“Huh?” Flameleap coughed. “I was walking back to my nest when you dragged me back into the cold.”
“I’m an idiot.” Nightpelt meowed distressed.
“You are.” Flameleap coldly agreed. “I liked you. I really liked you ever since we were just apprentices. We’ve been tiptoeing the line of just friends or actual mates for moons. And the moment I try to define us, you shove me off a cliff! And why? To protect your own feelings without even thinking about mine!”
Nightpelt didn’t have a response ready to face the facts stated plain and simple. “You don’t love Crowtalon either!” He stammered out.
“Maybe not,” Flameleap admitted. “but our relationship is honest. Neither of us led the other on, maybe you could take a lesson from him sometime.” He spat and spun on his heel. He was gone. Nightpelt was alone and it was all his fault.
Sunchaser stepped into the elders’ section of the cabin. It had never been kept so spic and span and that was all thanks to the warriors-turned-apprentices. Petalfall, Softdapple, and Mousespeck dutifully spent every day cleaning and fetching new bedding as long as Neritefang, Marsh, and Fritillarystreak were pointing out dust-bunnies. Though, this was one of the times Fritillarystreak took pity on the three and was up dusting with them. She sat down politely when she spotted Sunchaser, however, as he always firmly told her that she would be allowed to clean when she had fallen asleep and left the camp defenseless. Petalfall noticed the elder sitting and turned hopefully towards her father. “Are we finished?” She noticed his face tighten. “Please?” She hastily added.
“I hope you all learned your lesson.” He sternly meowed. “All that is asked of you is to be taken very seriously, even cleaning.” The three quickly nodded. “Alright, I’ll add you back in the patrol rotations. And the night guard.”
“We’ll do better!” Mousespeck promised.
“It won’t be hard to do better,” Sunchaser muttered as the three rushed away. “You’ve set the standards exceedingly low.”
“Ruststripe will lead the scouting patrol.” Twistedstar explained to the waiting clan. “Crowtalon, Darkmist, Mountaintop, Starlingsky, and Honeytail will accompany him.”
“And we are only scouting out the layout of the camp.” Ruststripe reminded his patrol. “Obviously we will defend ourselves if needed but this is to scout and not attack immediately. Mountaintop will lead the way.”
Frigidpaw huffed grumpily. “You’ll be on the next one,” Starlingsky reassured him. “But you’re still an apprentice right now.”
“Please come back safe,” Maplebreeze was nuzzling Honeytail. “Don’t make any bad decisions.”
“I always make good decisions!” Honeytail licked her cheek. “Don’t worry, dear.” Crowtalon gave a tight smile to Flameleap. Nightpelt bristled. Then Crowtalon took his place right behind Mountaintop, ready to head out. Darkmist and Starlingsky fell into the back of the patrol. They were ready.
The two medicine cats were preparing for kitting queens but on opposite sides of the forest. Galalight had prepared a soft nest lined with scattered feathers found for Rainsong and had her medicine store at the ready. Frostpaw was shaking, as jittery as Skitter, his raspberry leaves at his feet dreading the first pains of labor. The time had come, and he hoped he could wake up the next few nights without fearing for his life.
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Post by spasticjazzhands on Nov 4, 2019 17:20:23 GMT -8
THE QUEENS ( 047 )
LAST MOON “What’re you talking about, boy? You already have your fancy leaves!” Ernest yowled in Frostpaw’s face. Frostpaw unsuccessfully tried to stutter a response but got a heavy paw connecting with his face and ended up in the dirt. When the world stopped spinning enough for Frostpaw to regain his balance, the leader was gone, and he was left alone. A hiss from the brush behind him sent him jumping out of his skin.
“It’s me,” A low voice hissed. He turned and was greeted with a cowering Skitter.
Frostpaw licked a few stray chest hairs down trying to regain some dignity. “You saw that, huh?”
“Nothing I haven’t seen or experienced before,” Skitter shrugged. “You shouldn’t keep asking him for things. If you hadn’t noticed, he has a short fuse.”
“I’m asking for herbs to help the queens. It’s like he wants them to die since he won’t let me do what I’m trained to do.” Frostpaw muttered.
“You’d be surprised,” Skitter glanced side-to-side. No one was aware of their conversation yet. “Your theory might not be far off.”
“Shouldn’t he want everyone healthy?”
“Why would he care if someone else dies?” Skitter whispered, eyes wide. “As long as his kits and himself are fine, he would welcome an excuse to show you a true punishment fit for one of his rogues.”
Rainsong gave one final grunt as her third kit entered into the world. Galalight was worried as the queen was weakened greatly and bleeding heavily. She shoved a semi-chewed raspberry leaf in her mouth before she could protest. She would like to use another but only was lucky enough to gather catmint earlier. While Rainsong swallowed the leaf, Galalight turned to attention to the one stillborn tom resting near the other two kits. She turned to ask Frostpaw to quietly carry him away but was hit with the realization that she was still alone. Sunchaser instead offered to take his son and bury him while Rainsong rested. Now that the deputy left, it was only just Rainsong and Galalight. “You still have two beautiful kits,” She murmured to the panting queen, “One molly and one tom.”
“What should we name them?” Rainsong asked through breaths.
“That’s not up to me,” Galalight said gently, “I’m sure whatever you pick will be fitting.”
Frostpaw also was shoving raspberry leaves at a laboring queen, but instead of Rainsong, it was Sage. She was his first priority since she was carrying Ernest’s kits and honestly, because she was the most cordial queen out of the three. With the raspberry stopping the majority of her bleeding, soon two healthy heavily resembling Ernest were born. Volé looked on with wide eyes. Finally, Sage was dozing with her newborns nuzzling her belly. “Are they awake yet?” Volé tugged on Frostpaw’s tail.
“They won’t be available to play with for a while.” Frostpaw nudged him towards the exit of the den. “Why don’t you go see if it’s snowing yet.” Volé shot him an annoyed look but stalked outside anyway. Aria’s face contorted. Her labor would start soon, and Frostpaw gulped in anticipation.
Rabbitear yawned and cracked his neck. The loud pops startled Mousespeck out of a tired stupor. “Don’t be falling asleep on me,” He raised an eyebrow good-naturedly. The night watch had doubled in size, now including two cats at each post, fending sleep away from their watch partner.
“Believe me, I’m trying.” Mousespeck shook his head to get rid of the grips of dreamland. “Not spending an entire moon waiting on the elders paw and foot is a great motivator surprisingly.”
Rabbitear laughed. “I’m looking forward to retiring and spending my days ordering everyone else around.”
“Neritefang sure enjoyed it,” Mousespeck mumbled. “We weren’t even apprentices; we were servants.”
A twig snapped in the distance and silenced the brothers. “You hear that?” Rabbitear whispered.
“I’m sure it’s nothing,” Mousespeck stammered. But neither of them believed that they were alone.
Aria was only still experiencing pre-labor pains, but now Bree was in labor full force. Her first two kits were delivered quickly and easily, so Frostpaw was optimistic. However, the third didn’t want to come as easy. Bree groaned as her third and final kit entered the world. The kit was frail and weak and didn’t squirm as Frostpaw did his best to clean her off. He gently nudged the kit towards Bree and tried to get her to start nursing, but the kit only let out a feeble cry. Bree also nudged her with her hind leg and looked to Frostpaw in a slight panic. “She’s not eating,” Bree’s nudges got more frantic. “She’s not doing anything.” Frostpaw laid a heavy paw on her hips to stop her movements.
“She’s with StarClan now,” He picked up the dead kit carefully and placed her in a dark corner of the den. That would have to do for now.
“StarClan?” Bree’s eyes filled with tears. “I don’t want her there; I want her here!”
While Frostpaw didn’t particularly care for Bree and her mood swings, he was still moved by the grieving mother’s cries of emotion. He soothed her with rhythmic licks on her head. “You have to be here for your two other kits. They still need their mother.”
“So how are you and Willowbranch doing?” Petalfall was in hell. In no sane world would she want to be questioned by the leader of the clan on her relationship. “It’s exciting that the daughters of some of my closest friends are becoming romantically involved,” Twistedstar continued. Petalfall wished for a sinkhole to open up and swallow her whole. StarClan if you’re listening, get me out of this conversation! She prayed.
Aria was having difficulties; her pelt was drenched with sweat but no kits were anywhere in sight. Her pains had turned into full-blown labor, and it wasn’t pretty. Flashbacks of Graybelly bleeding out on the medicine den floor raced through Frostpaw’s mind. He mentally cursed Ernest; this cat would die, and it might have been prevented if only he had gathered more herbs! The moon was hanging high in the night sky by the time Aria’s only kit entered the world and she faded out of it. He laid the surviving kit against a dozing Sage, and he started suckling immediately. Then, he carefully dragged Aria’s body next to the deceased kit in the corner. There would be a time of reckoning whenever Ernest came to find a dead queen and kit.
“What’s it like being mates with someone?” Softdapple swayed back and forth dreamily. “Is it as magical as I think it is?”
Mallardwing internally rolled her eyes. She knew the young molly meant well, but by StarClan could she be annoying. “It’s nice to fall asleep and wake up next to the cat you love the most every day.” She decided that seemed like a good enough answer for now.
Softdapple squealed. “So cute!” Her squeal brought Rabbitear and Mousespeck speeding their way.
“Who’s that?” Mousespeck asked.
“Just Softdapple.” Mallardwing sighed.
“No, no, not that! Crashing through the sticks!” Rabbitear hissed. The cats stopped arguing enough to actually listen to the forest noises around them. There seemed to be faint sounds of cats carefully stepping in the snow. “I don’t think that’s Twistedstar,” Rabbitear whispered. The four crouched and each took a different direction to watch. Mallardwing, the south, was the one to spot the offenders. It looked like another group of rogues were planning on stealing more of their hard-earned prey.
“Not on our watch!” Mallardwing slashed her tail and leaped forward. The other members of the watch followed suit and after some hackles raised and hisses exchanged, the rogues were properly run off. “Now, to tell Twistedstar.”
The four guards found Twistedstar happily chatting to Petalfall who looked pained. “I’m not pressuring you to have kits or anything until you two are ready…” She was saying, “but whenever you are, I’m sure you would find a willing donor quite easily. Maybe Tigerstrike could even help you two.” Petalfall was very grateful to be relieved from her hell as her clanmates retold what they just experienced.
Frostpaw cowered near the entrance of the den listening for any hint of Ernest, and just as the moon was sinking behind the tree line, he heard his annoyed voice. “You got nothing?” He rasped. A couple cats tried to stammer out an excuse, but a heavy smack silenced them. Frostpaw flinched. He felt awful for thinking this, but perhaps if Ernest could take out some frustrations on the failed raiders, he might survive his upcoming reckoning. “You have lost food privileges for the undetermined future. All you needed to do was to take already captured prey! How hard is that?”
One cat grew braver. “There were guards at every entry point!” She soon shrieked in pain and Frostpaw heard her stumble away whimpering. He screwed his eyes up, not wanting to know what scarring she would now wear. The rest of the raiders were shocked to silence and slunk away, making sure to give their pitiful prey-pile a wide berth. The dawn was trying to break, giving Frostpaw a little bit of hope. The remaining queens and kits had been dozing for a couple hours now, and nothing had come of Frostpaw. Ernest’s two kits and sort-of mate survived; Frostpaw was certain he didn’t particularly care for Aria, just wanted to boost his numbers. Heavy pawsteps snapped him out of his thoughts. Ernest’s battered head peeked into the nursery and soon the rest of his large scarred body emerged as well.
“What fate did you choose, boy?” He said softly, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “How is your story going to end?” Frostpaw only shook in reply, words not even in his mind anymore, only the primal emotion: fear. Ernest scanned the figures of the two remaining queens and kits tucked underneath their warm tails. “Who’s that in the back?” His voice slightly rose in anticipation. He sniffed the air but seemed to enjoy the slight stale scent of death that hung in the air. Frostpaw once again found himself incapable of answering, leaving Ernest to stalk over to Aria and the kit’s lifeless body. Slowly, his gaze found Frostpaw’s and held it. Frostpaw could not look away. Oh, how he wished he could! Ernest’s usual amber eyes were tinted red but something else was behind his eyes. Or perhaps it was what wasn’t behind his eyes. His malicious grin from before still twisted his face, but his eyes were showed no emotion. That was when Frostpaw realized what he found so unnerving about the rogue leader: Ernest had no empathy. The absence of emotions caused him to always be chasing a high…thrill seeking to actually feel something worthwhile.
“They’re dead!” Frostpaw found himself exclaiming. “But you shouldn’t care, you didn’t care enough to allow me to try to save them! If I gathered more herbs they might have survived!”
“But they didn’t,” Ernest took a large step towards him and Frostpaw took a small step backwards. “you got to watch the life drain from them? Aria was such a fighter with a tongue of steel, yet no one is immune to the cycle of life. Wasn’t it powerful? Wasn’t it a wonder in itself, watching the light fade from her eyes?” With the end of every sentence Ernest took another step forward and Frostpaw matched him step for step backing out of the den. “She couldn’t run from death, boy, and you can’t either.” In two bounds, Ernest had tackled Frostpaw and dragged him screaming towards the edge of the makeshift camp. Right before they exited, Ernest dropped him on the hard ground and put his sharpened claws up against his throat. “Any movement and you’re dead, boy.” He muttered. In a louder voice he called to the observing cats, “Sors, I believe you might have something to settle with this scoundrel.” A black and white cat, (Crowtalon, Frostpaw thought deliriously, looks just like him. I wonder how Mountainpaw is doing…), let out a guttural cry and stumbled in their direction. With Aria’s grieving mate in tow, Ernest once again picked up Frostpaw and dragged him to where Frostpaw assumed would be his permanent resting place.
Ruststripe and Mountaintop led Crowtalon, Darkmist, Starlingsky, and Honeytail across the snowy territory. Mountaintop guided the rescue group towards the rogue camp. Twistedstar and Sunchaser had sent the group out early to try to catch them off guard while the unsuccessful raiders returned empty handed. “We’re close.” Mountaintop mouthed to Ruststripe. Their ears perked up as yowls of pain broke the silence. “Frostpaw!”
Frostpaw was shoved to his feet, now bewildered and facing the two angry toms. His legs weren’t shaking anymore but felt like they could give out any second. His breathing was ragged already and nothing had happened yet. Ernest flicked his tail giving Sors the okay to begin and the tuxedo cat purposefully stepped towards the young apprentice. Frostpaw braced himself for what was about to come. Sors immediately lunged for his face aiming for his eyes. Frostpaw jerked back enough to save his eyesight but not enough to save his face from a deep cut crossing half of his face. He retaliated by raking his claws across Sors face as well, cutting off ends of some whiskers and scratching his muzzle. This time Sors attacked with his fangs, tearing a chunk of Frostpaw’s ear. Sors backed off, however, when he received a long scratch to the top of his chest, and again the three toms stood panting and glaring at each other. “Let me take care of this,” Ernest’s low growl was menacing. As the rogue leader approached, Frostpaw darted to the side trying to escape from his grasp but was too slow. Frostpaw was now pinned to the ground kicking and squirming against his captor. “Don’t move,” Ernest growled and laid his claws against Frostpaw’s throat. Small beads of blood appeared against Frostpaw’s white neck, but he stopped struggling as much. Back claws dug into his soft underbelly and Frostpaw let out a small groan of pain. “Shut it, boy!” Ernest’s paws continued back leaving cuts down his belly. Suddenly, the pressure keeping Frostpaw pinned lifted and he quickly flipped to cover his belly. He didn’t have to wait to see where Ernest had gone because the blinding pain to his tail base plainly told him exactly where he was. He couldn’t keep his screams quiet anymore and focused instead on trying to remain conscious. It was futile, however, and Frostpaw even hallucinated the real Crowtalon along with other TwistedClan members rushed into join the scuffle.
Mountaintop was the first to burst into the fray; he couldn’t just stand by and watch Frostpaw be brutally torn apart! The rest of his patrol was close behind, but a flood of rogues rushed out to meet them. Eventually, they had to turn tail and flee though not without getting an idea of the camp structure.
PRESENT
“Let all cats able to climb a tree gather here before me!” Twistedstar called out. The clan was already mingling throughout the clearing just waiting for the ceremonies about to start. Twistedstar wasn’t very excited for ten ceremonies in a row in the cold snow today. “Frigidpaw, we’ll start with you. Frigidpaw do you promise to uphold TwistedClan’s traditions and to protect the Clan with your life?” Twistedstar asked.
“I do.” Frigidpaw said.
“Then, I give you your warrior name, Frigidthorn. Remember that you remain just as strong without Frostpaw, but you are even stronger together.” Twistedstar rested her muzzle on Frigidthorn’s forehead while TwistedClan cheered. “And we will get him back.” She vowed. Frigidthorn nodded solemnly. He didn’t care that he finally got his warrior name, he only wanted his brother returned safe and sound.
“Okay, now onto the apprentices.” Twistedstar gestured for the nine excited kits to come forward. They rushed and pushed each other out of the way to try to be first. “Let’s start with Pinekit. Pinekit, it is time for you to be apprenticed. From this day on, you will be known as Pinepaw, and your mentor will be Thundercry.” Twistedstar paused, allowing for Thundercry and Pinepaw to touch noses. “Oakkit, it is time for you to be apprenticed. From this day on, you will be known as Oakpaw, and your mentor will be Petalfall.” Twistedstar paused, allowing for Petalfall and Oakpaw to touch noses. “Goldkit, it is time for you to be apprenticed. From this day on, you will be known as Goldpaw, and your mentor will be Willowbranch.” Twistedstar paused, allowing for Willowbranch and Goldpaw to touch noses. “Sweetkit, it is time for you to be apprenticed. From this day on, you will be known as Sweetpaw, and your mentor will be Lynxshine.” Twistedstar paused, allowing for Lynxshine and Sweetpaw to touch noses. “Aspen, it is time for you to be apprenticed. From this day on, you will be known as…” Twistedstar trailed off from the almost automatic apprentice ceremony. Would Shadow’s kits want proper clan names? Thankfully, Shadow knew her issue.
“They may take on whatever name they wish.” Shadow called. Aspen nodded his head excitedly.
“Alright Aspen, you will be known as Aspenpaw, and your mentor will be Thistlefur.” Twistedstar paused, allowing for Thistlefur and Aspenpaw to touch noses. “Fog, it is time for you to be apprenticed.” Fog nodded as well. “From this day on, you will be known as Fogpaw, and your mentor will be Nightpelt.” Twistedstar paused, allowing for Nightpelt and Fogpaw to touch noses. “Mist, it is time for you to be apprenticed.” Another nod. “From this day on, you will be known as Mistpaw, and your mentor will be Flameleap.” Twistedstar paused, allowing for Flameleap and Mistpaw to touch noses. Nightpelt and Flameleap stood right next to each other but made sure they looked opposite ways. “Vixen, it is time for you to be apprenticed.” Vixen was the first kit to shake her head. Alright then. From this day on your mentor will be Birchwhisker.” Twistedstar paused, allowing for Birchwhisker and Vixen to touch noses. “Beetle, it is time for you to be apprenticed.” Another shake. “From this day on your mentor will be Crowtalon.” Twistedstar paused, allowing for Crowtalon and Beetle to touch noses. TwistedClan had a lot of new names to yowl out but Frostpaw and the rogues were still nagging at the back of their minds.
Hunting patrols were now required to wander far past TwistedClan’s marked borders to come back with enough prey to not starve. Between leaf-bare and rogues taking prey, the clan was starting to look a bit thin. Nightpelt flicked what remained of his tail. He didn’t know why Sunchaser sent him on hunting patrols as his black coat stood out in the snowy landscape. He knew better than to question his former mentor, however, and half-hopped through the snowbanks. His forest was now behind him with his other patrol-mates fanning out across the snow towards the mountains. He saw a flicker of movement in the snow and froze. Not going to bed hungry tonight, he smirked and crouched as low as the snow would allow. He stalked closer and the moving figure was also coming his way. Nightpelt rose from the hunting crouch when he discovered the “prey” was only another cat. An unfamiliar one if his nose was correct. While annoyed about not catching dinner, he still made his way towards the cat, curiosity getting the best of him. The cat was a tom, a handsome one at that, and was definitely not a TwistedClan cat. The cat and Nightpelt stopped a few tail lengths from each other, his caramel eyes meeting Nightpelt’s mocha ones. “You’re from the mountains?” Nightpelt narrowed his eyes and tracking the path the cat left.
The tom watched Nightpelt with interest. “Not exactly. I’m from a valley hidden in the mountains. And what about you, Mr. TwistedClan warrior? Which forest is yours?”
Nightpelt's ear twitched uncomfortably. He didn't appreciate this tom knowing more about him already. He tried to read the tom's movements, but it was hard to see any ulterior motive. "If you know about TwistedClan, you should know where it resides." Nightpelt shrugged keeping his expression neutral.
“Valleyrunner and his kits never told us except that TwistedClan was where they were from. You have the same smell on you that they originally did, albeit stronger so I’d say you haven’t left the Clan behind.” Richterscreech explained.
Nightpelt's ears perked up. "Valleyrunner, eh? So he finally found his place in the mountains," Nightpelt stored that information for later. "Crowtalon will be pleased to hear they arrived safely." He slightly turned back to their forest. "We live in that one, though deep within with an abandoned cabin." He caught himself. That was a lot of information about their clan that he wasn't planning on giving. Why am I spilling our secrets all of the sudden? He thought to himself. Perhaps it was because this tom seemed friendly enough, naturally charismatic. Perhaps it was because Nightpelt hadn't really talked to many cats after his fight with Flameleap. Whatever the reason, he didn't care. If Flameleap could make rash decisions, so could he. "I've told you about TwistedClan, now what about you?"
Richterscreech grinned. “ChessClan’s in a valley that’s split in half by a stream. You can obviously tell I’m not fully French, like the rest are,” Richterscreech meowed, trying to emphasize his strange accent.
French? Nightpelt wasn't completely sure what French was but maybe it was similar to Marsh's odd drawl. Maybe the French says "y'all" and "reckon" too. That's not important right now, Nightpelt reminded himself. "So, what's a ChessClan cat doing all the way over here? Just casually mountaineering?"
“I’m bored. I miss the mountains. I used to live among them, climbing and jumping all day. And then my clan fell apart. Now I’m in the valley and get to stare at the mountains as they taunt me, begging me to climb their peaks...” Richterscreech trailed off deep in thought.
Sounds like a lot of work, Nightpelt didn't think mountain life sounded interesting but the tom probably wouldn't like to be underneath the dense leaves either. "Fun," He tried to sound convincing but failed. "I don't think you introduced yourself yet." He steered the conversation back to the present. He didn't want to be invited to go climb mountains anytime soon.
“I’m Richterscreech. And you?” Richterscreech prompted.
"Nightpelt, a creative name, I know." Nightpelt felt a faint smile growing on his face. He did really miss having a proper conversation. His mind drifted back to Flameleap. He has Crowtalon, and now I have Richterscreech, he thought, though I can't parade him around camp, can I? Nightpelt tilted his head in thought. "Would you mind accompanying me on the rest of my hunt? Though I don't mind if it's more talking and less hunting." Nightpelt suggested.
“Of course. My clanmates know I go out on my own,” he admitted, hoping to get to know more about Nightpelt.
Nightpelt kept an eye out for stray members of his hunting patrol, but the only scent that was even somewhat close to them was Softdapple. He made sure to brush against Richterscreech occasionally to take on the scent of the tom and it was strangely pleasant as well. Nightpelt's fur was starting to grow hot, and he made sure to look away. "You don't have anyone back at camp waiting? No siblings or anything?" He asked instead, hoping to find out more personal information.
“Well, my mate and my two moon old kits are currently in the nursery,” Richterscreech admitted, feeling his ear tips burn.
"Oh," Nightpelt couldn't help the disappointment in his voice, "I hope they're all well this leaf-bare."
“They’re fine, though little Seismickit refuses to talk. Listen, umm, I should probably mention that I’m poly,” Richterscreech said the last word barely above a whisper as he shuffled his paws on the ground. “I don’t have another mate besides Butterflyleap, but I fathered Pumpkin of HazeClan’s kits and Sweetdrop of MoorClan’s kits.” His voice trembled as he admitted this. “How about you? Anybody special back at camp?”
Nightpelt stumbled. "How many kits?" He exclaimed. "Don't you ever sleep? You really do travel around." He shook his head. "I don't talk to my clanmates a lot, let alone meet others outside of TwistedClan." He processed this information, it sounded like he might still be down to have a little fling. Their fun on their patrol didn't have any visible ramifications which would be a good thing if Nightpelt didn't want Flameleap to get jealous. "Poly is polyamorous, right? So, you wouldn't mind if a sweet little molly joins this conversation?"
“Butterfly had three, Pumpkin had two but one died, and Sweet had four. I don’t visit the other two. They just wanted kits and I was happy to give them that without strings attached.” Richterscreech felt sorry for Nightpelt. He seemed lonely. “Yep. That’s what it means. I’m also technically pansexual because I’ll love anybody. I’m a little weird. And I wouldn’t mind that,” Richterscreech replied, slightly sad that he wouldn’t be alone with Nightpelt anymore.
I AM A GENIUS! Nightpelt swished his stubbed tail enthusiastically. "I don't mind weird," He said hurriedly. "I'm only gay but..." He paused. "this is going to sound strange, but I want to make a tom back home jealous. And if Softdapple is down to be a donor..." He trailed off. This sounded crazy now that he said this out loud. "Of course, you can say no, but I would have kits with you but that's impossible. You're extremely attractive." He was talking too much. Nightpelt was sure he was speaking more now than in the last six moons. What was the point of this conversation again? Oh, right. "I'm in love with Flameleap, and he's ignoring me! For good reason." He flopped to the ground ignoring the cold snow. "I don't know what to do."
“You’re handsome, yourself. Let’s see this pretty she-cat. I might just end up with two litters out of this instead of one, if you know what I mean,” Richterscreech mewed jokingly.
Nightpelt missed the crestfallen expression on Richterscreech's face since he was too busy sniffing the air for Softdapple's scent again. There! "Let me grab her. Softdapple!" He hissed and darted through the snow. She wasn't far from the two toms; she was batting at the snow-laddened bushes and watching the flakes fall to the ground. "Softdapple, I have someone I want you to meet." He led the black tortie to the waiting Richterscreech. "I met a new mate..." He glanced at Richterscreech and tried to silently apologize for the sudden label, "but we can't really have a family, um, naturally you know." Softdapple looked the strange tom up and down. "Aw, Nightpelt, that's so sweet!" She cheerfully squealed. "You have emotions!" She licked Nightpelt enthusiastically on the cheek. "I would be delighted to help you out!" "I forgot to say she's excitable," Nightpelt said out of the corner of his mouth. "And if you want more kits, be our guest. You seem much more responsible than anyone in this forest.”
Softdapple’s excitedness took Richterscreech by surprise. “Richterscreech,” he mewed, raking his eyes across her unusual pelt. He’d never seen a cat who looked quite like her, and he liked that. When he realized Nightpelt had called him his mate, his hopes flared again. “I’m glad that you’re willing. It’s kind of hard for toms to have kits,” Richterscreech joked with a chuckle.
"Unfortunately true." Softdapple pouted. "Though I never took you to be a father, Nightpelt." "Would you want a few more kits in ChessClan?" Nightpelt propositioned. "When we take them back to your camp, you can show me some mountains, yeah?"
Richterscreech grinned. “We’ve got twenty-one kits already with two other litters on the way, so a few more won’t make a difference. And I’d love to show you the mountains,” Richterscreech meowed, brushing his tail along Nightpelt’s flank.
Another shiver ran through Nightpelt as his tail brushed his fur. He looked at the mountains in the distance. Maybe he was wrong. Maybe he would like the mountains. "I'll look forward to it." Nightpelt closed his eyes to imagine what life would be like in ChessClan surrounding by rocky mountains instead of leafy trees. It would be different for sure, a brand-new start. But his life was in TwistedClan and his blood ran through the forest. He was a TwistedClan cat through and through and would die for his clanmates, even if Nightpelt was still moody. "I can be a mountain cat for a day," He smiled but made sure Richterscreech wouldn't expect anything permanent. "I'll be your mountain cat for a day."
Richterscreech knew he couldn’t expect anything major from Nightpelt, he didn’t seem like a risk taker. Even so, having him for a day was perfect. “I can’t wait for that day to come,” he purred, let a flirtatious tone enter his voice and body language as he stepped closer to Nightpelt. So close, I’m fact, that their fur brushed together. Surprisingly, Nightpelt felt a pang in his heart when he and Richterscreech parted ways. In another life perhaps.
Maplebreeze and Shadow finally had the opportunity to stretch their legs completely free of the constant whines of their kits. Maplebreeze wasn’t looking forward to getting back in shape but Shadow was definitely ready to burn off some nervous energy. Maplebreeze was already gasping for breath keeping up with her pace. “Can we…take a bit…of a break?” She asked.
Shadow looked back and seemed surprise to see the molly having troubles. “Why’re you back there, Maple?”
“Maple…breeze.” She plopped down ignoring the snow. “You’re going…too fast.”
“Oh,” Shadow lowered her tail. “I didn’t realize.”
Maplebreeze stopped herself from saying duh, I noticed, and instead responded with “Where are you going in such a hurry?”
Shadow opened and closed her mouth a few times, unsure how she should answer. “It’s nothing really.”
“It can’t just be nothing.” Maplebreeze gently pushed her towards what Shadow really wanted to say. Maplebreeze found that even just saying what was upsetting out loud made everything feel just a bit better. And she didn’t want their walk in the forest to turn into another sprint this soon.
“I had a weird dream that’s all.” Shadow rolled her eyes as Maplebreeze’s eager expression. “Alright, alright. It was about Dexter. He only had one eye and was clawing his way towards me and my kits.”
“Just a nightmare, then.” Maplebreeze rose and shook snow from her fur. “Nothing to it.” She was uneasy. Sure, it was a dream but who says it would stay a dream? Before they could resume their walk, however, they were interrupted by five rough looking kits. They seemed to ignore the fact that they were now cold and wet and covered in old scars and nicks, instead they were chasing each other around and scampering around every bush in sight. It took quite a bit of convincing to herd them back to camp but by the time they ate two whole mice and ran around some more, they were fast asleep in TwistedClan’s nursery.
“Is this a wise idea?” Sunchaser sniffed the mysterious kits. It was obvious from all of the marks where they originated from.
“We can’t let kits freeze no matter whose they are.” Twistedstar said. “Neritefang will watch over them.” Neritefang gave a determined nod. “It’s the right thing even if the rogues don’t see it as that. Remember, they have Pavilla’s kits. Perhaps a trade is in store.”
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Post by spasticjazzhands on Nov 4, 2019 17:22:23 GMT -8
THE END OF AN ERA ( 048 ) TRIGGER WARNING: blood/gore/detailed deaths (some are brutal so be careful) FOREWORD Do me a favor, if you please. Close your eyes and imagine a time when you were dreading something. It can be anything small, even a test you were sure you would fail. Bring back that feeling of dread and doom. Your chest tightens and while you can breathe, it feels that you never get enough air, right? Your ears ring with each heartbeat and you swear you can feel the blood pulsing in your veins. Are you shaking because you have goosebumps or from adrenaline? The world will implode and take you with it at any second. Now, the time has come, and you have to face your tremendous task. You pray that no one else notices your clammy palms, shallow breathing, and trembling legs. It is time, it is time, it is time, it is time, it is time, IT IS TIME!
Thank you for entertaining my silly little whim. Please keep how you are feeling in mind if you choose to continue on.
LAST MOON The forest, once filled with starving dogs, once infected with a fatal sickness and possibly still is, once filled with happiness and joy, was frozen and silent. It had seemed that without any need to communicate, the two opposing forces knew that today was the day of reckoning. Cats said their possible goodbyes and farewells as well as wishing each other luck and hoping their own luck wouldn’t run out.
Flameleap sat up with his paws tucked neatly underneath him. His eyes were half-closed against the mild breeze that kicked up some snow dust. Crowtalon left a small trail of prints in the snow and nudged Flameleap’s shoulder. He in return leaned back into the older tom. “No, no, no.” Crowtalon softly tutted. “I want you to look at me.” Orange eyes met orange eyes. “Flameleap, you know who you should spend this time with and it’s not me.” Crowtalon murmured gently. “Your heart never belonged to me, and I never planned to take it.”
Flameleap shook his head slowly. His eyes pulled away for a split second but returned filled with denial. “I’m over him.” He whispered.
“Well, I’m not over Valleyrunner.” Crowtalon responded. “I don’t think I ever will be, but that’s okay. I only regret not saying ‘I love you’ one last time.”
Flameleap didn’t try to hide looking to Nightpelt anymore. He missed the trust of the cynical cat, the curt responses he earned, and the exasperated looks every time he did something spontaneous. They had known each other since they were both fresh-faced apprentices, and while Nightpelt was the dark tom, Flameleap had always been his shadow. And Nightpelt had apologized, now Flameleap realized to the best of his ability, but Flameleap just couldn’t forget the sharp pains of betrayal that Nightpelt’s harsh words had caused. Sure, he loved him, but he also didn’t want to be subjected to that level of emotional detachment in the future. “I want to, but I just don’t think he feels the same way.”
“If you can live with that decision,” Crowtalon gave him a quick lick on the head, but now it only felt fatherly. Flameleap wrapped his tail tighter around his paws to stop himself from running to Nightpelt, pinning him down, and spilling his heart.
Crowtalon left Flameleap stewing in his thoughts to join a solemn Mountaintop sitting beside the dwindling fresh-kill pile. He took in his son’s silhouette. Even though he wasn’t blood related to Valleyrunner, he still looked remarkably similar. He briefly entertained the fantasy of their family unit all leaving together. Would they have been happier? Was their break-up just an inevitable event regardless of his choice? It didn’t matter now; he could only hope that one day they would be reunited in StarClan once more. “Are you ready to lead your patrol?” Mountaintop surprisingly was the first to speak. He sounded apprehensive; he wasn’t a fan of his father in the frontline, the first to be injured or StarClan forbid killed.
“Don’t worry,” Crowtalon tried to reassure him with a small smile, “I won’t be reckless.”
“How do you think Ravenpaw and Twilightpaw are doing? They must have their warrior names by now.” Mountaintop looked at his feet. “I miss them.”
Crowtalon’s heart broke hearing how alone he sounded. “I do too. We’ll fight for them.”
Mountaintop watched his father amble away. He regretted bringing up family. The last thing Crowtalon needed was to be swept up in memories before the biggest battle of his life. He tutted to himself, not realizing Frigidthorn settling near his flank. “Mountaintop,” Frigidthorn interrupted his thoughts, “if anything happens to me, will you make sure Frostpaw is alright?”
Mountaintop looked at his friend. “No, because nothing is going to happen to you.” He stated. “You two will be back bothering me in no time.”
Even with Mountaintop’s sure words, Frigidthorn didn’t look convinced. “I’m serious, Mountaintop. If I don’t make it, you have to make sure he’s okay.”
Mountaintop scrutinized the somber tom. “What are you talking about?”
“I don’t know,” Frigidthorn wouldn’t meet his eyes. “I just need someone to keep an eye on him for me.”
“You’re not dying today,” Mountaintop said forcefully. “I won’t let that happen.”
Frigidthorn’s light brown eyes looked deep into Mountaintop’s mocha ones. “If it does, you have to promise.”
“You’re freaking me out,” Mountaintop stuttered. He wanted Frigidthorn to stop talking and to forget this entire conversation ever happened. “Stop it.”
“Promise me!” The whites of Frigidthorn’s eyes seemed to bulge as his distressed voice rose.
“Oh-okay.” Perhaps if he wouldn’t have buckled so quickly, Mountaintop wouldn’t be fulfilling his promise so soon.
Frigidthorn left Mountaintop stammering and made his way towards Galalight, Frostpaw’s mentor. Her paws darted back and forth sorting through herbs making sure they were all fresh and good to use on cats. While she was only half the age of Twistedstar, she looked just as weathered and pelt unkept. Frigidthorn had been avoiding her the last few moons but if he thought about it, maybe they both would have benefited from talking about the Frostpaw-sized hole in their lives. He also wondered if he should tell her about a nightmare he had last night. As he watched her brow furrow as she continued to sweep up piles of herbs on the ground in front of her, he decided against it. She needed all of the preparation she could get, and he didn’t want to bother her with a silly nightmare. Even if the nightmare seemed pretty realistic and ended in his own death.
Galalight’s paws were starting to become numb from the snow. She had laid out all of the most important herbs to treat injured cats that arrived back from battle, and the light snow dusting they had received overnight was getting in the way. She swept her tail around the herbs and cleared away some of the powder now leaving her tail chilled. As soon as she was somewhat satisfied with her organization, she sat back and was greeted with Twistedstar’s intense green eyes. She stifled a cry of surprise and the leader smiled apologetically. “I didn’t mean to startle you but thought that saying something would also be surprising.” Twistedstar said, “This looks very official.” Her gaze scanned the herbs.
“I tried my best,” Galalight sighed. She bit back her next sentence, it would be easier with Frostpaw, but Twistedstar still picked up on the underlying message.
“We will retrieve Frostpaw,” Twistedstar urged, “And Pavilla’s kits. You’ll have your apprentice back tomorrow.”
“That’s a big promise,” Galalight said.
“You don’t believe me?” Twistedstar asked.
“It’s not that, it’s just…” Galalight trailed off. She too had a dream and debated telling Twistedstar of its contents. “StarClan hasn’t told me anything definite, Twistedstar, but this is going to be bad. Like dogs ten times over.”
“I understand that but if I learned anything my entire time as leader it’s you have to keep going even during the worst of it. Time won’t stop just because you want it to,” Twistedstar licked Galalight’s forehead. “And if none of us make it, we’ll meet again in StarClan.”
Galalight’s face hardened in a more determined expression. “We’ll fight for you and for TwistedClan.”
Twistedstar hated leaving Galalight still looking rather defeated but she had no choice. Her next stop was Sunchaser who was pacing and muttering to himself. The only way she could even get his attention was to block his small track he was making in the snow and he smacked into her. He hissed out of anger but stopped short when he realized it was her. “You have the entire camp and you choose to stand where I’m walking?” He tried his best to joke but it came out forced.
“It doesn’t suit you to be so uptight.” She sat down. Her hind end was beginning to ache in the snow and through all of her standing around. StarClan, how am I going to fight if I can’t even move properly, she thought.
“I’m just going over the patrols again to make sure everyone is where they need to be,” Sunchaser spewed off each of the patrols the two had decided earlier in the morning. “We can’t just rush into this.”
“Obviously not,” Twistedstar almost laughed at Sunchaser’s expression after chastising her. Before he could backpedal she continued, “It’s just that you’ve grown up so much.”
“I needed to,” Sunchaser also looked several moons older than he actually was, “You can’t drift through decisions in life as a deputy.”
“You’ve accepted the role I gave you well.” Twistedstar praised. “Though I do apologize if it’s not what you had intended to do with your life here.”
“Are you kidding?” Sunchaser let out the first genuine smile she’d seen on his face for a while. “I’m honored to lead next to you.” Their ears pricked up as Sunchaser’s name was called from across the camp. “I think Rainsong is calling me.”
“Don’t keep her waiting!” Twistedstar watched him as he skidded across a small patch of ice making his way back to the nursery. She prayed that he would get to see his kits again, and this caused her to look for her own three kits. Tigerstrike was
A shadow blocked some of her light and she turned to see her own stocky Ruststripe. It seemed like only yesterday her and Ruststripe were dancing around the fact that they cared for each other and avoiding the topic of balancing leading a clan and a family. She purred as she instinctively leaned into his warm fur. “You’re with my patrol.” She murmured into his fur.
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” His low voice gently rumbled in her ear. “I’ll be by your side until my very last breath.”
Sunchaser shook off melted droplets of snow once he arrived at the nursery and ducked when Silverstem batted a paw at him. “Sorry, didn’t mean to get everyone wet,” He sidled up to Rainsong and their two kits: Sandkit and Tornadokit. “How’s everyone doing?” He cleaned off a few spots of mud off of Rainsong’s head. “Staying warm?”
“Just wanted to catch you before you got too busy out there,” Rainsong made sure to keep her sentence vague, not even wanting to think of alternatives. “You can say goodbye now and when you get back, you can say goodnight.”
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” Sunchaser curled up against Rainsong hanging his head over her back to gaze at their actual blood-related litter. For a split second all of his anxieties melted away and the two were back in time. Rainpaw watched Stormstrike with intensity as he demonstrated a stalking technique that ended with him pouncing on Spottednose’s tail. Sunchaser and Birchwhisker tried and failed to hold back their laughter as Spottednose hissed a string of insults that caused Morningstar to remind him that young cats were in earshot. Back in time to where their biggest worry was what to eat for dinner and not a battle hanging over their heads. Just like that, Sunchaser was snapped back to the present and worries filled his mind and heart once more. “I’ll see you when we return.”
Sunchaser slipped back into the cold clearing not realized he was being observed by Birchwhisker. Her eyes were sorrowful as she was the only other cat who knew that Rainsong’s first litter wasn’t fathered by Sunchaser himself. She was sure that no one was safe from the clutches of death and many family units would be torn from each other today. And if she was being honest with herself, she wouldn’t be upset if it was her time to join the ranks of StarClan. She had served her time as a warrior for long enough; it was time for her to join Stormstrike’s side once more.
Starlingsky sat neatly watching Mallardwing and Thistlefur calming groom one another. She reminisced about the day she found TwistedClan along with Mallardwing (then Mallardpaw) and her parents. Starlingsky had been so frustrated then, not being allowed to take her warrior assessment until she received the proper lessons even though she was quite older than the other apprentices. Mallardwing had never made her feel slow or useless, and she was quite thankful for her positive attitude. Since Starlingsky herself had never felt the need for any intimate relationships, she was glad that Mallardwing had found her match. The optimistic tabby deserved all the love the calico could offer, and Thistlefur was up to the challenge.
Darkmist sharpened her claws on a stray hunk of bark. As soon as she got the desired sharpness, she turned her attention to the clan moving around her. Like Patchedmask, she still felt like a stranger merely masquerading as a clanmate though Patchedmask was now dead and she was very much alive. A corner of her mouth quirked upwards. A battle would lead to weakness and weakness would lead to her climbing up the ranks to retake her leader status.
Thundercry stood in between Honeytail and Maplebreeze and Stormheart and Hollypaw. His brother was gently letting Hollypaw and his littermates know that they were to stay back in camp which they protested. While they had a few moons training already, they were nowhere near ready to take on an entire group of hostile rogues. Hollypaw eventually stomped off making sure to splash through any snow slush in his way. Stormheart let out a big sigh. “I thought I was going to have to pin him down with rocks to make him stay here,” He muttered.
“It’s good that they’ll still be in camp to watch over the nursery and the younger apprentices.” Maplebreeze pointed out. The two parents worried about leaving their kits, newly apprentices, while going out to fight.
Honeytail nodded assuring Stormheart made the right decision. “This won’t be any place for apprentices, no matter how old.”
Willowbranch watched Petalfall fidget. “You should go and find Patchnose and Rainsong.” She urged her date. “You don’t have to follow me around.”
“Oh, you don’t want me with you?” Petalfall’s face fell.
“No, that’s not what I meant,” Willowbranch reassured, “but if you wanted to spend time with your other family instead of mingling with me, I understand.”
“Oh,” Petalfall looked sheepish. “I’m sorry I snapped, I’m just on edge.”
“Even more understandable,” Willowbranch smiled. “Just be wherever you feel comfortable. And if I’m honest, I would enjoy it more if you were with me.”
Lynxshine sat among Silverstem’s (and Wolfclaw’s) five kits (now warriors) to become more acquainted with them before she led them out for the south patrol. Deergaze looked twice her size which was impressive with her already fluffy coat. The timid molly was clearly dreading whatever was to come but didn’t otherwise complain. Mousespeck and Rabbitear were quietly discussing the different rogues they saw during their night watch. Shrewfeather and Squirreltuft were passing time by trying to pin the other’s tail. Silverstem approached quietly not wanting to alert her kits and led Lynxshine away the group. “Please take good care of them,” Silverstem’s pelt was dull and slightly matted. She was to be left in camp along with Rainsong and the other kits away from the fray. “I can’t bear to have more of my kits ripped away from me.”
Tigerstrike, Cinderdust, and Riverstone placed their paws on the ground, one on top of the other. “We have each other’s’ backs.” Riverstone stated.
“Those rogues will regret ever sticking their noses in this forest.” Tigerstrike growled.
“We’ll make mom and dad proud!” Cinderdust waved her tail. “One, two, three, for TwistedClan!”
THE BATTLE OF THE CENTURY For once, Twistedstar’s back legs weren’t bothering her, or at least she wasn’t noticing their soreness with all of her adrenaline, as she led her patrol towards the rogue camp. Ruststripe and Sunchaser trotted along either side of her with Nightpelt and Flameleap close behind and Birchwhisker bringing up the rear. A butterfly’s wings could have cut through the thick air heavy with tension if any other creatures in the forest were stirring. The snow crunched underneath their feet, steps syncing up naturally as the six cats were so used to traveling together. They slowed as the brambles leading up to the rogue’s camp were in view and froze when they heard footsteps in the snow. The first rogue patrol was much rasher than the clan members; they continued their path until they came face to face with TwistedClan. The largest tom was a ragged dilute gray tabby with a scar wrapping around his neck down to his chest. He appeared to be the leader of the group; he controlled the others’ movements with only subtle tail gestures. On his right was two dilute calicos and a black tortoiseshell. On his left was a cream tom, a seal point tom, and a black molly. “So, this is what we’re up against?” The leader mocked looking at Twistedstar’s injured legs. “What. A. Joke.”
Ruststripe bristled beside his mate. “Wait for them to come to us.” Twistedstar muttered. The patrol didn’t have to wait for long as the leader’s tail twitched, and the two calicos let out shrill primal yowls and jumped straight at Ruststripe. The smaller one hooked her claws around his neck and bowled him to the ground while Twistedstar managed to intercept the other in the air. The two mollies wrestled and snapped at each other both aiming to kill. The rogue calico had the advantage of two fully functioning hind legs to also rake at Twistedstar while she tried her best to keep the squirming cat pinned to the ground. She couldn’t get close enough to the rogue’s neck without exposing her own, so they continued to fight for the most control.
Sunchaser rushed to help Twistedstar but the cream tomcat who was significantly larger than the small deputy overtook him, and they were soon at each other’s necks. Sunchaser was much faster than the tom, however, and darted between his slower jabs and landed a good few cuts himself. The seal point soon joined the cream tom’s side as their underestimation of Sunchaser became more apparent. The rogues circled around Sunchaser with teeth bared nipping at his pelt when his attention was on the other.
Birchwhisker avoided the black tortie’s grasp to pull the small calico from Ruststripe’s neck who was now bleeding quite heavily. His wounds didn’t seem to faze him as he clambered back to his feet and slashed immediately at the tortoiseshell coming back for Birchwhisker. His claws cut right into her face leaving her eye dangling out of its socket and her collapsed on the ground. There was no time to check to see if she was actually dead or not as the wily calico was set on finishing off Ruststripe. She had clawed off Birchwhisker’s entire right ear leaving the right side of her face matted with blood. Birchwhisker tried her best to wipe it off to help Ruststripe detangle from the attacker but was too lightheaded to be much help and sat on her side panting unevenly.
Nightpelt and Flameleap were left to deal with the leader and black molly themselves. Regardless of the time the toms had been spending apart from each other, they fought as one protecting the other’s back and were doing quite well from letting the rogues get close enough to do major damage. The leader’s eyes flickered to the winded Birchwhisker and shoved the molly towards her to finish her off. Nightpelt automatically ran after her intent on giving Birchwhisker time to escape. “Just you and me, boy.” The leader grinned and leapt onto Flameleap who was squashed by his weight. Instead of attacked with claws or fangs, the leader pressed his entire weight onto his paws resting against Flameleap’s windpipe. Flameleap opened his mouth hoping to bring in any air into his body but his throat was completely blocked. His vision blurred then started blackening around the edges as he slipped closer to unconsciousness. When Flameleap was sure his life was coming to an end, the pressure was lifted from him and the world became clear once more. He rolled to one side to see where the leader went and was shocked to see Nightpelt back in a fierce battle with him. Behind them, Birchwhisker and the black molly were limping towards their respective camps.
As Flameleap was catching his breath, Ruststripe finally gave one final push on the small calico and broke her back sending her to the ground instantly. Throat still gushing blood, he turned to Twistedstar and her assailant. The other calico had just stepped backwards with a triumphant look on her face which was ruined as Twistedstar started breathing again. “You were dead!” The calico screeched in horror but was cut off by a heavy paw from Ruststripe. He bit and caught a hold of her foreleg and yanked it out of its socket. She used her three good legs to flee. He stumbled over to Twistedstar who had pushed herself to her feet and half-fell half-leaned into her.
“Are you okay?” He muttered through half-closed eyes.
“Yes, but you’re not!” The battle was now the last thing in Twistedstar’s mind. Ruststripe was fading quickly and had already lost a fatal amount of blood. “Why didn’t you slip away?”
“I couldn’t leave you unattended.” He slipped from her shoulder to her feet. He gasped with every breath but couldn’t get enough air. “What kind of mate would I be if I abandoned you?”
“An alive one,” Twistedstar pushed her face into his neck not caring that his blood soaked her muzzle. “Ruststripe, you can’t leave me like this, not now.”
“I’m not…leaving you…” Ruststripe’s words were hoarse, “I’ll be…waiting…my love…” His chest gave two last heaves and stilled. Twistedstar muffled her screams by burying her face in his fur that was already growing cold. She knew she had to return to the fight but how desperately she just wanted to give in and follow him into permanent rest. She was interrupted from her grieving by the flying body of Sunchaser falling right beside her. She was sure he would be dead but only the wind seemed to be knocked out of him. The cream tom and seal point tom pursued him but was stopped in their tracks by a seething Twistedstar. The large cream’s throat was slit with one powerful blow and he collapsed as blood stained the snow. The seal point fled wanting to keep his hide.
Sunchaser was now back on his feet and checking on the molly with the dangling eye. She saw him with her good eye and did her best to scurry away leaving a trail of blood behind her. Then the two remaining cats were met with a loud shriek.
“Get off him!” Flameleap was hanging onto the leader’s back clawing and snapping at every part he could reach but it wasn’t enough to give Nightpelt enough time to escape the rogue’s wrath. “Get OFF him!” His screams were getting hysterical. Twistedstar attacked the leader from the front while Sunchaser darted side to side trying to free Nightpelt from his grasp. The rogue let go on his own volition and instead shook off Flameleap and attacked Twistedstar.
“This is almost too easy, cripple,” The rogue hissed as he slid out his claws and placed them against Twistedstar’s throat. They pricked her skin allowing scarlet droplets to ooze out. She didn’t give him any reaction staring him dead in the eyes. “Oh, come now, little lady,” His voice almost dropped down to a purr. “It’s better when you scream.” Twistedstar’s lip curled showing her fangs but that was all she could do. “You aren’t very fun to play with,” His claws sunk in a little deeper creating a small river of blood rushing to melt the snow underneath them, “At least the other tom put some back into it.” His claws sunk even deeper cutting into her esophagus leaving her wheezing. The rogue looked around to see he was the only one left in this immediate area. As Twistedstar coughed up blood struggling on the ground, he stalked off leaving bloody paw prints in the snow.
“Get up,” Ruststripe urged Twistedstar, “Get up, my love. I’d love to talk more, but your clan needs you more than I do.” Ruststripe gently shook his mate awake. She had lost two lives in the span of ten minutes and returning back to the forest was getting harder. She looked to the Twistedstar standing beside him; she was almost solid and as she looked down to her own body, it was now the opaque one. “I told you I’d be waiting,” Ruststripe purred, “But I’ll wait a bit longer. Now go back to TwistedClan.” She didn’t even get a chance to respond before she woke back up in the bloody forest to Flameleap’s continued screams.
“NIGHTPELT!” Flameleap shook his best friend’s limp body. The immediate area around them had no snow as the warm blood quickly melted through to stain the grass red. Twistedstar unsteadily got to her feet while Sunchaser pulled Flameleap away. “STOP IT, LET ME WAKE HIM UP!” Flameleap pleaded. “LET ME GO, HE NEEDS MY HELP!”
“He’s gone,” Sunchaser choked back his own tears. His first apprentice was laying before him practically torn in two pieces. There was not a chance he had survived the brutal attack. “Flameleap, we got to bring them back and continue on.”
“He can’t be dead!” Flameleap sobbed. “He can’t leave without saying goodbye.” Twistedstar briefly thought about Ruststripe’s final farewell. She hated that they had to part ways but they both knew it wasn’t for long. “I didn’t get to apologize. I didn’t get tell him how much I loved him.” He strained against Sunchaser’s hold on his scruff. “We could have spent our lives together! Why did he have to be ripped away?” He finally broke free and raced to Nightpelt’s corpse once more. “You should’ve let me die.” He buried his face into Nightpelt’s fur matted with blood. “It should have been ME!”
Crowtalon and his east patrol had no idea who was screaming in the forest, whether it was one of their own or an enemy. They quietly speculated on what was happening and if they were about to run into a large group of their own. Darkmist and Starlingsky tossed out names of cats that the screams sounded like, but Snowstorm shut that down fast. He didn’t want to dwell on the macabre. Mallardwing and Thistlefur walked close enough together that their fur brushed avoiding any subject relating to the ongoing fight.
The noises of battle covered up both patrol’s sounds, so a small rogue group and the east patrol were both startled by seeing the other. There were only three rogues carrying back small mouthfuls of prey and their fear showed as they were quite outnumbered. Crowtalon and Starlingsky chased after an orange tabby carrying a mouse, knocking them down sending them tumbling down a ditch. Snowstorm and Darkmist cornered a silver tabby against a thicket of spiny bushes. After a few powerful strikes, Snowstorm was ready to step back and let the terrified cat slip past, but Darkmist wasn’t finished with her yet. Ignoring Snowstorm’s soft pleas to let them go, Darkmist took a hold of her scruff and shook her until she was disoriented enough that she didn’t even fight the sharp bite to her neck, instantly snapping her spinal cord. The tabby fell limply in the snow with Darkmist standing triumphantly over her. The remaining red tom didn’t even give Mallardwing and Thistlefur a chance to get near him. He dropped whatever prey he was carrying and sprinted away. “This wasn’t a fair fight,” Snowstorm’s voice was monotone, but his eyes showed he was really disturbed by Darkmist’s actions.
“She might not fight fair later on,” Darkmist shrugged. She didn’t seem to care what the old tom thought of her. “Our lives just got easier.” Crowtalon and Starlingsky returned with Crowtalon limping with a twig embedded in his paw from running after the orange tabby through the brush. “We have to continue on.”
Honeytail was the first to spot the rogues, and his first instinct was to run back taking his family far away from this forest of horrors. But Maplebreeze walked determinately beside him, and he allowed her presence to settle his nerves. Thundercry and Stormheart bristled letting their fluffy coats puff up to twice their size. Willowbranch and Petalfall bared their teeth but they all knew that some of their west patrol wasn’t coming back to TwistedClan tonight. Not when they were up against ten bloodthirsty rogues.
Petalfall went down first much to Willowbranch’s dismay. As Petalfall lay bleeding out, belly split open from throat to hind end, Willowbranch lamented loudly beside her. “We were never official,” Willowbranch wept, “Would you be my mate?” Petalfall now nearly dead and delirious couldn’t speak but she did her best to nod though it looked more like a convulsion. “I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you.” Willowbranch declared as Petalfall sank into the telling death rattle and soon she was gone. Willowbranch tried to get back into the thick fight but it was fruitless, and she only watched in horror as Maplebreeze and Honeytail got picked apart next.
Honeytail easily nicked a few ears and sliced a few noses but was not a match for five different cats isolating him in a tight circle, taking turns swiping chunks of hair and eventually skin from his battered body. When he collapsed, they descended on him and he could make out Maplebreeze yanking their tails through their legs. She looked like she was yelling but there was only a ringing sound drilling into Honeytail and his blood soon covered his face leaving him in a red haze until his body gave up the valiant fight.
Maplebreeze tried and failed to turn the rogue’s attention on her before Honeytail was ripped to shreds but as soon as they had their fun with him, they finally paid attention to her. No matter how much Thundercry and Stormheart bit and scratched at their flanks, Maplebreeze was shaken violently until they tossed her limp body into a thick trunk and her skull audibly cracked. Thundercry, Stormheart, and Willowbranch were forced to leave the bodies of their loved ones behind when they fled receiving rude jeers, but they (barely) escaped with their lives.
Lynxshine luckily was able to keep her promise to Silverstem as the commotion caused by the multiple scuffles outside of the rogue’s camp allowed her south patrol to slip unnoticed into their camp. Shrewfeather darted from the clumped patrol to as soon as she spotted stumpy little kit tails concealed in the shadows. “Somni! Sopor! Nitor!” Her shrill voice hissed the names of Pavilla’s kits and the three of them followed her back to her patrol. The other rogue kits scurried off into a nearby den, probably alerting everybody of their presence. The clan cats quickly hurried the stolen kits away and ran back to the cabin.
Mountaintop and Frigidthorn retraced their steps they traveled moons ago. Frigidthorn’s heart thudded loudly in his chest; it was time to reclaim Frostpaw. He ignored Mountaintop’s constant worrying side-glances and focused on their surroundings. The yowls from various parts of the forest didn’t bode well for the young patrol and was promptly proven correct as six rogues appeared from behind a snowbank. Tigerstrike first took on a gray spotted tabby and was evenly matched. The largest generic brown cat choose to barrel into the smallest clan cat of the bunch: Cinderdust. Riverstone and Patchnose cut off two black and white toms from the edge of the group. Frigidthorn turned to Mountaintop before the other two free rogues approached. “Can you take them?” He hurriedly muttered. “I’m going to find Frostpaw.”
“Let me come with you,” Mountaintop pleaded. “Don’t go alone.” Frigidthorn didn’t argue, he didn’t need to. The two rogues lunged at the two talking toms but Frigidthorn slipped past and forced his way past the brambles to find himself in the center of the rogue camp.
“Frostpaw!” He hissed turning about, “Frostpaw, I’m here!” He saw a frightened gaunt face peering out of a den. He had a large cut and a torn ear but was still unmistakably Frostpaw. “Frostpaw, come on!” Frostpaw frantically tried to hush him, but Frigidthorn didn’t lower his voice. “Come on, Frostpaw, I’m getting you out of here!” Before he could run to his brother, a large shadow blocked out the sun and left Frigidthorn in the shade. He turned around confused and was met with the rogue leader standing over him with a maniac grin.
“Run, Frigidpaw!” Frostpaw called. “Get out of here!” Frigidthorn had no time to flee; he was pinned underneath the leader’s large frame before he could move. “Ernest, let him go!” Frostpaw emerged from the shadows and Frigidthorn could see his brother was now missing his tail. “He’ll leave, and I’ll do anything you want!”
Ernest’s grin grew. “Let me hear you beg, boy.” He taunted.
Frigidthorn struggled but sharp claws digging into his skin stopped him. “Ignore him!”
“Ernest,” Frostpaw pressed his belly against the frozen ground. “Please, please let him leave. I-I’ll do anything.” Ernest pretended to think about Frostpaw’s pleas as his claws sunk deeper and deeper into Frigidthorn. I’m going to die, Frigidthorn’s mind raced, I’m going to die. He wasn’t scared believe it or not; he had a feeling he would die today, but he only wished he could tell Frostpaw how much he loved him and how strong he was. “Ernest,” Frigidthorn’s chest constricted with all of the weight pressing on it. “Ernest, please,” He could make out Frostpaw now on his back exposing his own throat and belly. “Ernest, not him, not Frigidpaw.” It’s Frigidthorn now, he desperately wanted to shout, I’m a warrior now! I wanted you to be there; I wanted you to get your name with me. I’ll miss your ceremony. “Ernest, kill me instead. Just kill me!” No, Frigidthorn thought, there are many warriors but only one medicine cat apprentice. Can’t we visit in StarClan? It should be this way. His vision was now clouded, his thoughts slowing, his will failing. Frostpaw, I did all this for you, Frigidthorn gasped for air, I trained for you, and I wouldn’t trade you for the world. “Frigidpaw!” Frostpaw’s screams sounded so far away now, and Frigidthorn didn’t have the strength to keep his eyes open. “FRIGIDPAW!”
Silverstem uneasily paced the length of the cabin. They could hear the yowls of battle all the way back in TwistedClan’s camp, and she was praying to every cat that even thought about StarClan that everyone would miraculously come back alright, though she selfishly prayed for her kits the most. Softdapple was in the back of the nursery along with Rainsong, Sandkit, and Tornadokit. The fresh-faced apprentices lined the side of the cabin with Galalight ordered to stay out of the way as much as possible, and Ashpaw, Hollypaw, and Featherpaw were told to help guard the queens. Silverstem only spent a couple moons as a “warrior” and boy, was she not ready for being the closest cat ranked as a warrior in camp.
Ashpaw was also pacing the length of the cabin but outside the porch steps. She, Hollypaw, and Featherpaw were standing guard or in other words, doing nothing! “We should be out fighting too!” She muttered angrily to her brothers.
“We’re only a few moons younger than Frigidthorn, and he’s out there.” Featherpaw agreed raking claws in the snow.
“We should go out and actually help TwistedClan by fighting!” Ashpaw exclaimed, eyes flashing with excitement.
“Yeah and show everyone that we can fend for ourselves!” Featherpaw slammed a paw down.
“Let’s go now when Silverstem isn’t looking.” Ashpaw hissed. The two started to stalk out of camp and turned to see Hollypaw still standing in place. “What’re you doing?”
“I don’t know,” Hollypaw wasn’t comfortable voicing his concern, “It’s just Stormheart told us to stay in camp.”
Featherpaw laughed incredulously. “Are you kidding? One of the younger warriors told you to stay put so you’re going to listen?”
“He’s my mentor!” Hollypaw argued. “And Patchnose is younger than Stormheart!”
“Which is why I’m not listening.” Featherpaw rolled his eyes.
“Let’s just go,” Ashpaw nudged Featherpaw closer to the exit. “He can stay and babysit all he wants.”
Their tail tips had almost disappeared completely before he yelled, “Wait!” Hollypaw quickly caught up to his siblings but couldn’t shake the heavy feeling in his chest.
Softdapple didn’t even think twice when Silverstem darted into the nursery; she figured a strong gust of wind spooked her, but she was followed by five mangled looking rogues. Softdapple only had enough time to cower in the back corner hoping she blended into the walls. Luckily for her, their attention was solely on the rogue kits and Rainsong’s kits. Rainsong stood over them baring her teeth but one strong paw sliced her throat and left vibrant spatters of blood dripping down the wall. Silverstem and Softdapple used the only survival tactic they were sure would work: let the rogues take all the kits and only watch Rainsong quickly bleed out in front of them. Sure, they would be seen as cowards, but they were alive.
Aspenpaw was the first apprentice to notice the rogue group running away with all of the kits in their maws. He protested and ran forward with the other eight apprentices close behind but ran into the second group of rogues that entered as the first group exited. While the six moon old apprentices were all older than whenever the rogue started training their own young kits, the rogues easily sensed their inexperience. Only four of the six rogues were needed to mow through the apprentices leaving Aspenpaw, Goldpaw, Pinepaw, and Vixen slaughtered and scattered throughout the main clearing. One of the rogues took a large mouthful of prey and gestured for two others to follow their example. The last rogue easily scuffed the small Sweetpaw and whisked her away as efficiently as the cat-napping of Frostpaw. Oakpaw and Mistpaw were covered in semi-deep cuts and Beetle and Fogpaw hurried to fetch Galalight when the scavengers were out of sight.
The Clan carried their dead back to camp as they had exhausted all of their energy. So far only six rogues were dead but twelve TwistedClan members were slain with many more gravely injured. Twistedstar somehow gathered enough strength to carry (mostly drag) Ruststripe back for his proper vigil while Sunchaser and Flameleap worked together to maneuver Nightpelt’s mangled body over the snow. Birchwhisker swayed in between them, blood now messily matted covering her entire face. They were all greeted by the horror of the young apprentices lying about in large pools of blood while Galalight was hurriedly attending to Oakpaw and Mistpaw. Silverstem and Softdapple sat shell-shocked on the cabin steps. As soon as Nightpelt was gently laid down, Sunchaser trotted towards the cabin entrance. Silverstem stood to block him. “Let me through to my family!” He pushed past her before she could explain the scene within. The cabin was deserted except for Rainsong’s limp body. Her fur was cold, and eyes were clouded over with hints of fear still held in them. “Where’re my kits?” Sunchaser choked out holding back tears.
“They took them.” Silverstem joined him just staring at his mate’s body. “They took all of the kits and Sweetpaw too.” She led him back outside to where the rest of his patrol was waiting.
“What happened with Ashpaw, Hollypaw, and Featherpaw?” He asked.
“They haven’t returned yet.” She hesitated. “They must have slipped away to try to join one of the other patrols.”
“I’m going to kill them.” Sunchaser’s voice now became monotone.
“No,” Twistedstar said forcefully, “You certainly will not, but they will be properly punished, I promise you that.”
Crowtalon’s patrol arrived back next. Snowstorm forced him to have Galalight assess him, but she was more preoccupied with Birchwhisker. “You’ll live,” She briskly said as she tried to clean Birchwhisker’s face to better inspect her injuries. “Go get someone to fetch us soaked moss.” Thistlefur overheard and didn’t have to be asked twice, so Crowtalon could hear Birchwhisker’s weak attempts to shoo Galalight away.
“Flameleap is hurt too,” She murmured, “Don’t work on me first.”
“You have the worst injury, so you get dealt with first.” Galalight argued.
“Don’t bother,” Birchwhisker shook her head and caused her to sway off balance once more. “I don’t think you should waste precious cobwebs on me.” Crowtalon also shook off Galalight’s advances but only because his cuts weren’t terribly serious; he still had a will to live.
Neritefang, Fritillarystreak, Marsh, Shadow, and Pavilla and Lynxshine’s south patrol had met up after they rescued Pavilla’s kits and carefully sneaked back to camp without alerting anyone else of their presence. They were the next group of cats to reenter camp. Pavilla quickly shielded her kits from the gory scene. “What happened to Aspenpaw and Vixen?” Shadow screamed. “They were supposed to be safe here!” She ran to her remaining kits licking them vigorously. “We should have left the moment Dexter found us.”
Flameleap rubbed a crumpled mint sprig Galalight lent him against Nightpelt’s fur. He refused any of her cobwebs instead wanting to clean Nightpelt in time for his vigil. It was harder than he thought it would be as Nightpelt was almost cut into two pieces; only his intestines, spine, and back skin held his torso together. “I love you,” His whispered softly into his ear. He swore it twitched but a strong breeze had only rustled his fur. “Please come back for me. I’d do anything, Nightpelt, I really would.” He threw the mint away; this was all getting to be too much. Crowtalon tried to approach them once but a loud hiss sent the correct message. He pressed his forehead against Nightpelt’s swearing he felt warmth underneath his fur, but it was just his own flushed skin distracting him. “I don’t want any help!” He snapped again at Galalight offering up cobwebs and another leaf he didn’t care to ask about. “I don’t deserve any help.” He muttered into Nightpelt and resumed his pleading to StarClan once more. When he felt another paw on his shoulder, he was ready to snap at Galalight, but he was met with a somber Softdapple. “What do you want?” He didn’t feel like talking to the ditzy molly.
“I needed to tell you that I’m expecting his kits,” She said softly.
“No, you’re not,” Flameleap snarled. “You’re lying.”
“They’re not his exactly, but I agreed to surrogate his and another tom’s kits from the mountains. His name was Richterscreech.” Softdapple said. “I think he’d want you to raise his kits…”
“You’re a fool!” Flameleap screeched drawing attention from the nearby clan members. “Why would I want to raise his kits with someone else? What’s wrong with you?”
“I-I just th-thought…”
“You never think! He’s dead you…” Neritefang cuffed her old apprentice’s ear harshly.
“That’s enough,” She growled. “Stop yelling at the poor molly.” She scolded. “Now buck up or go cool off somewhere else. We don’t need this right now.”
Flameleap stood slack jawed finally realizing the scene he was causing. “I-I-I…” He stuttered not sure how to apologize. Instead he turned and fled into the forest.
Ashpaw, Hollypaw, and Featherpaw unsuccessfully tried to enter unnoticed through the back entrance. Hollypaw was glad that Stormheart’s patrol hadn’t arrived yet at least, though he would feel extra guilty if his mentor ended up dead. For once, even Ashpaw looked rather ashamed of herself and none of the foolish apprentices wanted to approach Sunchaser after a proper reaming from Twistedstar, but they were forced to face the tom that was most effected by their rash decision. “He doesn’t blame you…” Twistedstar continued the lecture but was cut off.
“Let me speak for myself,” Sunchaser glared at his leader with an intensity she’d never seen before. “I only hope you learned that cats in higher positions make decisions for reasons you perhaps might not understand and disobeying leads to consequences that might not have to be faced by just you.” And with that he stalked off leaving the apprentices feeling much worse than if he had just shouted.
Honeytail’s patrol missed the dramatics though Honeytail himself would have missed them regardless as he was long dead. Oakpaw was actually the only surviving member of his family; while getting attended to, he had the pleasure to look at his parent’s and brothers’ corpses and wonder if Sweetpaw was still alive or if her cat-nappers killed her as well. Mistpaw half-heartedly gave him a reassuring smile but was too caught up in her own fears to be of much help. Sunchaser gave another cry as his other daughter was laid in the vigil circle by her grieving mate. Birchwhisker stumbled over to sit with Maplebreeze, and Snowstorm and Starlingsky carried her deceased grandchildren over by them as well. It wasn’t long before Birchwhisker silently followed them to StarClan surrounded by her family both alive and dead, and Twistedstar sat in the middle of her closest friends, one of the only ones left living.
Flameleap didn’t know where his paws were taking him, all he cared about was getting as far away as TwistedClan as possible. Nightpelt couldn’t be dead. Softdapple couldn’t be a surrogate for Nightpelt’s kits. And Nightpelt definitely couldn’t be dead! The cold air stung his eyes, so he ran with them closed, trusting his subconscious to take him to a better place. The terrain under the snow started to get rockier and cut his pads leaving bright red spots behind him. He opened his eyes to see he was running towards the mountains in the distance, the mountains where Nightpelt and Softdapple had met Richterscreech or whoever. He let out a yowl of frustration that was cut short by his outstretched paws not finding the ground on his stride. Time seemed to slow down as he plummeted towards the rocks at the bottom of the cliff he just leaped into, and he twisted in midair. If he wasn’t about to die painfully and completely alone, someone would have witnessed his face light up with absolute terror which quickly turned blank as he crumpled on the sharp stones. Flameleap was lucky enough to have broken his back in three places, allowing his death to be relatively quick and not spread over days until starvation claimed him.
Tigerstrike and Riverstone carried their sister back to camp, but Riverstone also collapsed with gasping breaths setting her down. Galalight had the unfortunate job to inform Twistedstar and Tigerstrike that Riverstone’s prognosis wasn’t very hopeful as she was suffering major blood loss. The family of five was quickly only a family of two.
Mountaintop felt like a complete failure and Crowtalon couldn’t make him feel better although he did try hard. Not only did they return without Frostpaw, they also returned without Frigidthorn’s body which was still in the center of enemy camp. What a friend I am, he thought miserably, one friend is dead and the other is still a hostage.
The next day as the able warriors were scraping the frozen ground needing to dig out a mass grave, Frostpaw and Skitter were digging their own grave for Frigidthorn. Frostpaw’s claws were raw and bleeding but also numb from the cold so he persisted. It took the two all of the morning and afternoon and most of the evening to finish digging a deep enough hole, and by that time Ernest was already screeching at the failed kit-napping patrol that returned from TwistedClan. Frostpaw blocked the pained screams from his mind and only focused on his brother. Skitter had to resort to shaking him before Frostpaw responded to his questions. “I asked if you knew the three cats taken from your clan.” Skitter pushed a small pile of dirt and snow back into the grave. “Though I doubt you would have a chance to talk with them.”
Even though Skitter knew Frostpaw heard him, Frostpaw still took a while to respond. He almost shook him again, but he finally spoke. “Only one.” His response was short, and he didn’t elaborate at all. Skitter debated asking for more details but decided against it. Skitter had a lot of experience with witnessing great trauma and how that can affect cats. There was a reason he experienced night terrors, flinched after fast movements, and preferred to stay quiet himself. Instead he deduced that the oldest cat was the one that Frostpaw knew as the two youngest kits might not have been born before Frostpaw was taken to the rogue camp. He couldn’t think of anything else to say so they continued filling the grave in ominous silence.
The next rogue raid came swift and harsh, now only targeting the dwindling prey pile and medicine store. Galalight stood her ground against the rogues but got easily overwhelmed by their numbers. While a few ran off with a few herbs, others focused on shredding whichever leaves they could reach. Galalight used her little warrior training to deliver a few good blows but was met with the same fate as her hard-earned herbs. The medicine cat was efficiently slain before any of the injured warriors could hobble over to help. In Galalight’s last fleeting moments while laying on top of her prized herb store, she thought of her family before TwistedClan. While her mother Maizeflower died before LambClan disbanded, her littermates had all split up and moved onto different clans. Would she meet them in StarClan? Could she visit them in their new homes as a vision? But most importantly, would Spottednose approve of her medicine cat career in TwistedClan? Did she make her mentor proud?
The queens, elders, and injured warriors only had enough energy to watch as the rogues leave after their camp had been scavenged once more. Marsh ran as fast as his sore joints would take him and checked Galalight’s pulse but found none. When the frozen branches rustled again, the clan hoped it was the burial party returning but it was a lone cat. He wasn’t recognizable to anyone except Shadow. “Dexter!” Her voice was mixed with both fear and concern. Not even all of his mistreatment could prepare her seeing her old infatuation in such a state. Like her previous dream, one of his eyes was gone or rather gouged out and large clumps of his long hair were missing, but the most surprising aspect was the bloody stump in place of his front right leg. His matted hair got caught on a stray twig and easily pulled him off balance. This didn’t stop him from advancing with his remaining eye set on Shadow.
“Give me the kits,” He rasped, “They’re mine, you will give them to me.” He was leaving bits of his own claws and a long bloody trail in the snow dragging himself along.
Shadow didn’t have the strength to tell him what he had caused by bringing the rogues to their forest. “Just leave.” Her voice shook as she pleaded with him. “Leave me alone!”
Fritillarystreak slunk into what was left of the medicine store unnoticed and brought Shadow a small red berry. “Get him to eat this,” She muttered to the distraught queen, “Trust me it’ll be better for everyone.” Shadow inspected the shiny berry; she thought it looked rather tasty. “Wipe the juice from your paws in the snow after you touch it,” Fritillarystreak saw how she was eyeing the berry, “You won’t want it to get anywhere else.”
That was enough of a hint for Shadow. She carefully batted it towards him and bent down to his face. “Here,” She pressed it to his lips, “You need strength before you see your kits.” Before he could protest, she forced the berry past his lips and he quickly swallowed it. His body racked with convulsions before he was finally still. Her assailant was dead.
THE VICTORS Ernest and Twistedstar faced each other, the remaining rogues standing impatiently a few tail lengths behind their leader and TwistedClan behind theirs. Except at this time, it wasn’t Twistedstar standing before Ernest and it wasn’t even Morningstar. Glory, the old lone calico that once felt so uneasy around other cats, was in her place. Yes, her back legs were twisted, yes, her joints were killing, yes, her heart ached to have a chance to rest, but she would beat, no kill, this no-good mangy tom dammit! “An eye for an eye, eh?” Ernest smirked. “A life for a life more like it?” Twistedstar narrowed her eyes allowing him to elaborate. “The victor trades quality of life. When I win, I will take over your cushy forest and your forest cats could burn in hell for all I care. It’s just that you won’t be alive to help them.” She ignored his snide remarks.
With the strength of her much younger self, she launched herself with a yowl and was locked in a tense tussle. Ernest easily gained the first advantage based on his size alone, but Twistedstar ripped at the giant paws holding her down. A swift kick to her soft chest sent a sharp pain down her body with a loud crack. In retaliation, she aimed her teeth towards his vulnerable achilles tendon. He crumpled to one side, enough for her to regain her footing. Since she had a fleeting moment to rest, she took a deep breath trying to calm her nerves but bringing air into her lungs seemed impossible. She shifted uncomfortably now resorting to quick shallow breaths that allowed her enough oxygen to stay standing but not enough for stars to vanish from her vision.
Now Ernest heavily favored his right side and Twistedstar occasionally coughed up a worrying amount of blood, though coughing up any amount of blood was already worry worthy. Twistedstar rocked forward mostly involuntary and Ernest mistook that for another lunge. He tried to strike first but underestimated the severity of his leg and collapsed halfway on Twistedstar who fell under him as purposeful movements were somehow worse. Air was forced from her chest with an agonizing whistle and what felt like a giant fang seemed to sink farther and farther into her chest. A hint of triumph shone in his eyes as Twistedstar sank lower from his weight. He wouldn’t need to use his right paw if her own rib was ripping open her lungs.
With one last burst of energy, she squirmed into a new position with her belly pressing into the ground. She curled her back in a last attempt for life but was unceremoniously shoved back into the dirt, ribs ripping further and further and further and further…
“Come on, Twistedstar, you have to fight back!” Galalight’s soft voice encouraged Twistedstar who hurriedly blinked open her eyes.
“I am back down to only one life.” Twistedstar stated. Even though she knew her time was coming quickly, actually facing permanent death sent a shiver of fear through her. If she didn’t know what awaited her in StarClan, she would be petrified.
“And that one life will save so many,” Galalight smiled fondly. “TwistedClan needs you.”
“Queens and kits first!” Ernest was ordering smugly still resting on Twistedstar’s limp body. “Line right up, ready for your slaughter!”
While Twistedstar’s chest was still tight from, you know, being used as a cushion, her ribs were far away from stabbing any more lungs which was useful. Using his distraction to her advantage, she was now successful in wrenching her body away from him. “You were dead!” He got a chance to hiss out before Twistedstar’s claws came for his throat quickly followed by her teeth. With a fluid motion, she ripped a large chunk of his throat from his body. She was immediately hit with a large spurt of blood from his severed artery and turned away instinctively. The grass underneath the slushy snow was stained red with scarlet pools forming on top of the frozen ground. Ernest was dead and TwistedClan was victorious.
The rogues moved on as a cat Frostpaw knew as Sors took charge and found that leaving would be the best chance for their survival. The clan gave the rogues a few days to clear out while they tended to their own dead and hoped to at least gain closure for their taken clan members. Two of Pavilla’s kits that were retaken, Somni and Nitor, were still batting at the melting snow along with a scar-riddled gray kitten. A small huddle of other cats left deemed unfit for the vigorous rogue life watched the clan cats with dull eyes. Where they going to be killed one by one like Ernest had suggested they do to the clan? And last but not least, Frostpaw stared unresponsive at the rocks in front of him as a thin orange tom whispered reassuring words in his torn ear.
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